flying bird by shanu_love 2014/10/05 06:32
I have come to accept the feeling
of not knowing where I am
going. And I have trained myself
to love it. Because it is only
when we are suspended in mid-
air with no landing in sight,
that we force our wings to
unravel and alas begin our
flight. And as we fly, we still
may not know where we are
going to. But the miracle is in
the unfolding of the wings. You
may not know where you're
going, but you know that so
long as you spread your wings,
the winds will carry you.
I have come to accept the feeling
of not knowing where I am
going. And I have trained myself
to love it. Because it is only
when we are suspended in mid-
air with no landing in sight,
that we force our wings to
unravel and alas begin our
flight. And as we fly, we still
may not know where we are
going to. But the miracle is in
the unfolding of the wings. You
may not know where you're
going, but you know that so
long as you spread your wings,
the winds will carry you.
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