The FLIGHT
Imagine my plight, everyone around me can fly but I can't and when I do, it isn't the smoothest flight. My folks tell me, "it will all happen in due time" but I chose to disbelieve their wisdom & instead rely on my stubbornness, the set template in my mind. The thing is, I am so fixated with seeing the future unfold on my own terms that going with the flow sadly, has never been my style. I ignored the fact that we are all built differently. That we all have a unique journey, we take off & land as per the blueprint of our lives. So, whatever time I have, I vent, crib at not being born lucky like others, that I have certain weaknesses, that it might after all not be in my destiny to fly.
The pain is real, so is the struggle.
But in pursuit of conquering the skies, have I forgotten, 'although barely, I can still fly'! Have I been honest with me? Have I really tried? And, even if I have failed, can't I delight in the little time when I take flight? Marveling at the beauty of others when they do, sometimes only watching the naked, sometimes blue yet grey sky. Or maybe sitting still & reflecting on my own journey, how far I have come, how much I have grown, the pain I bore, the joy in gliding briefly as my mother told. Mine has been a one of kind Rhapsody but I have always been inquisitive about the symphony played in everyone else's lives.
But I am beginning to lose unwanted baggage, change my perspective, I am relearning 'how to fly'. At my own pace, sometimes alone, sometimes with someone, even if I don't, I am OK. Nonchalant with what the herd does, I am free from the prison of my own thoughts, I don't need the entire sky. I am free, I am happy anyhow, all I needed was some perspective on how to live. This is my FLIGHT.
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