A stupid post !!!!!!

Shuddering away from moms shadow, from the warmth of those wings, I decided to take that leap, never realized that it's just not the the will but wings that matters !!!!. Realization and actions always interact after the consequences, smell of mud and a slight dizziness. Lesson learned: "just will is not enough". People around added a bit more of masala and the lesson conceived deep within was "Only wings mattered" and the urge to fly is within everyone.Some said luck mattered and wings helped, no one had a second opinion about the fact that urge to fly is within everyone and is not the aspect that makes you fly.

Up again on the tree, with the scar from the fall and permanently registered scare, flying became a distant dream. Even more, stories of fellow birds who went beyond a territory, who got into frying pans, and got eaten up, who never came back where the chart busters. Birds who bought back home food, who never flew away from the nest, who were always there around were called the Ideal ones, the winners. Being a winner is not flying away, not dreaming, it's more of flying till a map that's drawn. A route that's set cause you do not alter the system, challenge it or making disturbing changes.Lessons popped up one by one.

Wings grew and the lessons learned, burnt away the will, a bird's life that would have been spent flying for which it was born, for which it was destined to, ended up collecting grains, picking up dry sticks and doing everything else it was never created for. How many of us pick grains,Collect dry sticks and how many of us see the world. If you argue that collecting dry sticks was my destiny then there's a problem from where the journey started, might be the sperm wasn't airy enough to fly!!!!. What's your destiny !!!!!