Louchiere
03-31-2008, 02:57 PM
He stood there, proud as ever, ignoring the shriveled leg, which hung so lifeless. For he was still strong, as he watched me, watch him. A feeling of pity was my first response, but then as I observed, I realized pity was not due him. Apart from the rest of the flock, as if his deformity made him less, but he did not care. There was determination in those little eyes, for he would not be beat. I sat there, for awhile, waiting for his next move. In those moments I learned something…
He was not less because he chose not to be less. He would fight and fend along with the rest of them rather they wanted him too or not. He would survive, because he could. If a tiny gull can believe that, why then, is it so hard for us?
We grow discouraged, discontented, life can be so pathetic. But how dare we criticize, what we have yet to learn. How easily our vision our hope is clouded, as if the rains would blind us, beat us, before the dawn that we have so longed and waited for. No matter who we are, we have one precious gift, which we do not have to sacrifice…The gift of hope. The alter of life, is harsh enough without us giving up. No matter what may seem to hold us back, we were born for so much more. Our minds are the visions of our souls, our every dream, our every wish, is important. We may feel tiny, insignificant, but in each of us, there is a hope, that only our own hearts can set free, to watch life soar.
I leaned back and watched him wing to the sky, and in a way he took a piece of my heart with him. In my mind I reached with him, inspired, determined, that I too, can fly.
He was not less because he chose not to be less. He would fight and fend along with the rest of them rather they wanted him too or not. He would survive, because he could. If a tiny gull can believe that, why then, is it so hard for us?
We grow discouraged, discontented, life can be so pathetic. But how dare we criticize, what we have yet to learn. How easily our vision our hope is clouded, as if the rains would blind us, beat us, before the dawn that we have so longed and waited for. No matter who we are, we have one precious gift, which we do not have to sacrifice…The gift of hope. The alter of life, is harsh enough without us giving up. No matter what may seem to hold us back, we were born for so much more. Our minds are the visions of our souls, our every dream, our every wish, is important. We may feel tiny, insignificant, but in each of us, there is a hope, that only our own hearts can set free, to watch life soar.
I leaned back and watched him wing to the sky, and in a way he took a piece of my heart with him. In my mind I reached with him, inspired, determined, that I too, can fly.