There’s a story about an eagle that was raised amidst chickens.
He had certain ‘eagly’ cravings but would never do anything about it.
He’d waved it off because he looked around and everyone else was same –chicken.
He did look like a chicken. He pecked like a chicken.
He wasn’t a chicken but he didn’t know that.
As the story goes…
One day, he saw an eagle fly past .
He looked up and for the first time realised he wasn’t odd.
His desires and inclinations were no mistakes.
He saw that he was actually an eagle and on that day, he joined the flight.
Now, that was the version i heard. Seems like Google has another.
Well, i prefer my version. Thank you.winks
Recently, as this story flashed my mind, a funny thought crossed it as well.
“What if this eagle was in a SERIOUS relationship with one of the chickens?”
Okay, i’m sure ‘relationship’ is not what animals call it but you already know i’m not interested in eagles and chickens now.
What if you were that eagle and suddenly your eyes are open to all you can be and you know leaving would rob you off certain relationships, friendships and associations.
Would you still leave?
Would you fly?
What if family objects?
Would you still fly?
Just a lil’ something to think about.
