Tonight, I will tell you a nonexistent fairy tale of a flightless bird.
The bird wanted so badly to fly, to spread his wings and come undone – vulnerabilities and all.
For as long as he could, he never compromised on his desires. His dreams were real and his reality was his dream. He flew, whether those around him realized it or not. He flew.
But one day he had to break bread and stand still – he was reminded of the open sky while the blockades (impostors!) were stubbornly in his way.
Not going anywhere.
The impostors had wings, had the magic, and more than anything, they had written the fairy tale themselves. They were the authors of their own fate! Yet, they refused to raise up their wings (which they believed to be banausic) to the sun and be gently carried away by the wind come what may.
They ignored fate’s calling.
They couldn’t handle being alone in their self imposed handicap, either. So – they blocked our bird. Why should he fly and love, when they thought it was too difficult for any bird to do? Surely he must be stopped.
Our bird ceased dreaming/living.
This is when liberty bird became flightless.