I was born with wings. Yet, I was told that I would never fly. I was told that I was born to do nothing more than collect that which was left, thrown, or designed for the ground. I ate, consumed, and believed. I looked at my wings and felt both shame and rage. Who would want wings that would never experience the glory and beauty of the sky? I hated my wings. I sought the approval of those that never knew the glory and beauty of the sky. I loved them. However, they made me believe that their resentment for me was actually a preparatory instruction for receipt of their love. I tried to prepare. The more I succeeded, the more I failed. The more I failed, the more I succeeded at them receiving pleasure from my failures. I lost myself in states of failure, fear, confusion, and despair. When the bird that bore me left the nest, I was left with only those who told me that I would never fly. Because the nest grew both uncomfortable and hostile, I decided that I would jump. So what if my wings didn’t work. I would feel the majesty of the wind as I fell to my demise! As I began my fall, for the first time in my life, I did something that I had never done before; I spread my wings. The very wings that I hated saved my life. For the first time in my Life, I flew. I flew above that little nest. I flew above that dying tree that the little nest was confined to. I flew above the barren soil that held that dying tree. I flew above those birds that never flew. I flew to my Destiny. I flew to my Dreams. I flew to my Love. How I Love my wings, for they saved my Life and my Spirit. I am the Cycle Breaker. I am Free……Patrick
This week, please do something for someone other than yourself for no other reason that to make their lives better. As always, if you make it to where you’re going, please don’t forget to leave a map for the rest of us. Always Choose Love Because Love Changes Everything.