His heart ached when he saw the birds fly, when he heard the animals run, and when he felt the wind blow through his hair. His heart ached with the want of freedom, the huge part of him that throbbed to go wild and grow wild. As his ache grew, he decided to run away from the shackles of rules set by humans.
As the world fights over freedom – of space, property, food, and words; we have not understood that freedom itself has always been a myth.
As I stand inside my house, looking outside the window at the clouds floating above, I ache for the invisible wings that would help me fly. But, I also know that I can’t fly forever. No one can. Nothing can. We all have to land sometime. We are all created to land every time we fly away.
If she had heeded her son’s plea to stay with his family, then the woman knew that she would have gotten stuck in her old tale.
All that the bird wanted to do was fly. It wanted to fly, and it wanted to fly free.