I want to learn to fly

One day my eyes stayed on a cage. Initially I did not know what attracted my attention. It was a simple cage, but it sounded like a musical box. I approached and studied her better. In a corner, hidden, a small bird plays his repertoire. It was brightly colored. Without wanting to think I thought, "What life ?!" Staying closed, for a while or even forever. And yet the little being had the power to express himself. She seemed happy, though she had not known the joy of living freely. It sounds like nothing bad has happened in its existence. He came out of the hiding place and looked at me carefully. I got closer to her. I studied it better. There was nothing missing. Than ... freedom! That's how I came to make an experiment that I never thought about. I slowly opened the door of the cage and retired. The little bird hesitated until it reached the foot of the bar that separated her. I expected to fly. I was surprised to see that he did not. The destiny for which he was born had been confiscated. Or maybe he never knew his purpose. I would have liked to help her, but she returned frightened in her cage. He looked at me again and seemed to say, "I want to learn to fly!" With the open door she resumed her ritual. This hypostasis has led me to compare with people who have never discovered their potential. Or with those who have never managed to overcome a limit.

Life sometimes puts us in the situation of choice. Between fear and hope. We leave our destiny in our own cage without realizing it. We close our soul and we lie our existence. We hide as a shadow behind the truth. That's what we get like a bird in the cage. We are bored with the same song. Daily. We can not do anything else. We feed on what life gives us because we do not have the courage to risk. Even when we get a chance, we choose fear and we give up hope. We remain in the cage that we have built on our own. Or where we think destiny has thrown us. If someone opens a door, we look helpless to freedom. When someone opens their soul, we lock in the past. We can not live the moment, enjoy the present. We are afraid of evolution, of unknown, of the future. When the door closes, we blame the bad luck. We, the ones behind the grace, think we have no blame. Those who gave us a chance remain, in the end, strangers. When they could have been our best allies. They just wanted to do us good just because they have nothing better to do. Instead, we prefer to stay in the cage, to connect our destiny with the same tics. Endless or aggravating. Sometimes it's too late to change something.

And we never know if we get a new chance. We often let go of what's best for us. Whoever does not exceed the limits of his own inability will never float.

For those who believe in the future, there are no limits. You just have to look at life like a flight.

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