This is a story of a man who fell into a well. For a long time, no one came to rescue him. As time passes by, he gradually got used to it. He thought. "I saw the world at its darkest, so it might be a good thing to see it from another perspective".

One day, he discovered that there was a white thread hanging by the wall leading up to the top. He was skeptical at first, but decided to go for it as he realized that the well, no matter how big it is, can never be as big as the world outside.

He climbed and climbed; hoping to see the faintest sight of daylight. There were times when he thought he saw it, but it disappeared soon after. He didn't want to give up. He was no quitter. But the fact is, he was just hanging there, hanging on a thread without support, climbing aimlessly. He didn't want to harbor too much hope as he knows that higher expectations equates to bigger disappointment. That was when he finally understood. "I might be too heavy for the thread".