…yearning the freedom of flight. A freedom that gives the sense of being free in thought, free in mind, free in spirit. But some of us are born with only one wing. Crippled… different… vulnerable… impeded from the grandeur of touching the clouds and reaching the heights that allows us to see a wider perspective of our lives. Thus narrowly we walk the earth, not being able to look very far nor travel the unlimited journeys our hearts and mind are capable of. We are not here nor are we there. We wait as we long, we long as we wait. Some may say “Sure you can fly with only one wing, what’s the problem?” and be indifferent to the aerodynamics of the heart and mind. Once in a while we choose to believe those words and time after time we try and we try again as we fail and fail again, harder yet number for every time. And as we mend our wounds, we spend our lives looking for the one with the wing to match. Only then and only together will we be able to fly and reach the heights that has been denied to us for so long. If that day finally comes it will be a great day and the flight, a magnificent one.
Find happiness or die trying.