Am sitting in a forest. Watching birds fly by. Flocks and single. Tiny and not-so. Fluttering their wings. Piercing through the air with effort. We say birds are free. Are they really?
We are bound by our thoughts, our opinions. Are they too? Saw a tiny bird fluttering hard against wind, piercing the air with sheer effort and flying off. Is it why a bird is free? We can't break away from our preconceived ideas. Is that why we are not free?
“ What is the feeling when you're driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? It's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's goodbye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” -- Jack Kerouac (American Poet and Novelist) From what I have seen and admired in humans, they are eternal optimists. Goodbyes seem to break us, but we straighten up and walk, holding our head high, blinking away our tears. And as regards the specks of people dispersing, when something moves away, something else comes near. Guess that's how laws of nature move. If a time comes when nothing else comes near, it's when we will become really alone; alone to live and love life without any reason, taking the next step forward.
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