Flightless Bird

There's irony here...

I once, very long ago, over a year ago, wrote a letter.  It was to myself but also not to myself.  And it spoke about the pain of loss. 

I described it as myself being a winged creature losing its wings.  I read it recently and I honestly felt so relieved to not be able to identify with that person anymore. I no longer feel that ripping pain.  Majority of the time I might even say I feel no pain at all. 

Well, I'm here to say that I have lost my wings and I'm okay with it.  

Don't get me wrong I still look at the sky and wonder if I'll ever be up there again but I can spend an afternoon or two in a hot air balloon whenever I need to feel the air in my face. 

I'm undergoing a metamorphosis right now and so my main concern is the future.  And for once I'm very excited about it.  I really want to pave this map steadily. I really think that I can and will achieve something great once I nurture this attitude. 

I have drive so really all I'm missing is direction. 

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