The birds haven’t come yet, and we stand disconnected from the world. We stand weighed down by the burden of a bird utility, and I’m sure my knees will start bleeding soon.
You are no Atlas, so give up the idea of shrugging. It’s an incredible life out here, uninterrupted by the vagaries of the world. And the birds keep coming with stories of the Sky and Earth.
So what do you expect me to do?
There’s a lullaby for suffering, but you need to put that hollow flute away to change the music. Let all negativity lie dormant.
The pessimist looks at the birds soaring in the sky, and his feet feel heavy again.
A bird whispers on his shoulder.
“Let your feet and gravity support you because you are not blessed with wings. Fighting the clouds and winds is not a picnic.
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“And the birds keep coming with stories of the Sky and Earth.” Lovely, Reena.
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Thank you, Dora!
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Beautifully done Reena
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Thanks so much!
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You’re most welcome
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I really love the reference to Atlas Shrugged… we need another world to believe in… and making it real bound by granite, makes total sense
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Thank you so much!
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Love this!
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Glad you liked it, Shreya!
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