Maybe we really are not bound to fly.
But nobody said our spirit cannot soar high.
When I was a kid, I’ve always thought I could fly (I was a very imaginative kid back then). I emulate my favorite super heroes. I thought that I could be a super hero, fighting bad guys, helping the good ones, saving the day.
But as I grew older, wiser, I realized I am never destined to fly. I will never fight bad guys nor help good ones as a flying crime-fighter. But that doesn’t mean I won’t be able to touch lives and help people as an average Joe. I still would want to help people. And I would like to think that I do. Or else the nine year old version of me would be really disappointed right now.
We will never fly. Levitate. Leap tall (and short) buildings in a single bounce.
But our spirit can.
What was your dream when you were young? Will the kid version of yourself be happy with what or who you had become? Let me know in comments.