What if they told you you could never fly again? A bird marooned on an island of broken dreams, parading alongside the currents who sweep its shame back and forth but to no avail; the shrapnel left behind from the shattered pane (or was it pain now?) when the news came crashing through the window. It could almost feel the exhilaration in the emergency landing, the thrill of falling down with no means of picking oneself up, that lost of aviation and just a heap of devastation. It is the feeling of falling and no longer being able to fly; I think it remembers that, and more than just because the last few falls left it in a blinding coma. It didn't hurt as much to keep trying in spite of the fact that it knew it would come crashing. Of course, nobody saw it spiraling head first but that's what categorizes it as a tragedy. But it will never forget the feeling of having one's dreams crash into the mountains, nor will it ever remember the bliss in taking flight.

What if they told you you couldn't be what you wanted to be. Not because you have no aspiration but because there are others with aspirations for you. A prisoner served with a plethora of palatable meals all raised to delectable standards yet of all the piping hot dishes that tempt their way through, the victim is but entitled to devouring that cold bowl of rice with his plain fingers. Either that or burn himself repeatedly just to grasp a taste of the other choices, but what good would a burnt tongue be? It's funny how we have to learn some lessons the hard way and these lessons oft come our way packaged as free but in reality, are just there to put us into our place the way society wants us to be. What good would it be to be set free when you legs are still saddled by the heavy iron ball of chain.

But what if somebody decided to give you a second chance. Another hand outstretched to pull you back up, a shoulder to carry your burden and a light to shelter and guide you out from your plight. Sometimes its a fruitless battle fighting your own. You just need to relish your faith and hope for the best. There are the voices which echo empty reassurances: Everything happens for a reason, God has a plan, just live and let live. It's all very simple to embrace such worldly facts and let loose. But would you be satisfied knowing you could have done more when you couldn't and when failure comes knocking back on your door, is it enough knowing that that was the "plan" and that was absolutely nothing you could have done to alleviate or remedy your situation? Or would you rather lie in a coma because while you were a flightless bird, you were nowhere close to being helpless. You chose to court your own death rather than have someone tell you how your demise was to be. You killed your limbs but you never once killed your dreams or let someone else rip them away from your heart. Sometimes you just need to wait for a personal belief to sweep you off your feet and never, ever wait for a chance to give up. The only thing you are ever going to give up on are the people who told you to stop flying.

Don't stop flying. Even if you can't, don't stop trying.