When the Sky is Tough

Not everyone is perfect, and not all days are shimmering and gold. Some days make us question everything, the relations we build, the things we invest in, even the place we are in and we feel like nothing but mere critters living in this vast world who have no importance, and that one day of sadness is enough to ruin your past progress and sense of self-worth. The real challenge then becomes: Should we just give in, or more importantly, who or what should we fight when our own minds are the architects of our mess?

When we want to return to our homes, give up all this, and stay home where life is much simpler than the real world. Home is such a cozy little corner; my mother always used to say to our relatives with a gentle smile, "These baby birds, snug in their nest, will fly away when their wings are ready." What if I fall, Mom? Flying isn't easy; I get tired, I get tired a lot, and I wanna sit back and rest for a while in my nest, which you and Papa have built for us, but when I look back, I have come so far that I can't see my nest anymore. What to do, mamma? The sky is tough, and there are big birds and strong winds, so strong that sometimes they drift me even more away from home. 

Maybe you wanted me to become strong and independent. That's why, instead of stopping me, you hugged me and wished me a happy journey. Am I becoming strong or just trying to survive out here? This thing called life is scary, and I am just your little birdie trying to make a way, but Mom, amid the storm, I remember your words that give me the strength to cut through these howling winds. And maybe that's it, isn't it? I wasn't meant to stay in the nest forever. You wanted me to face and fight every storm on my own rather than taking cover in your wings.

Life is all about finding the courage to spread my wings, even when I'm tired, and the world feels heavy. So, I will pause and breathe. I'll remind myself that even the strongest birds need to land for a while to gather strength before soaring again. And when it feels like I can't go on, I'll remember that it's okay to feel lost. It's okay to look for home. But maybe home isn't just a place anymore. Perhaps it's a feeling I carry within me, shaped by all those moments we shared in our nest, all the love you poured into my heart.

I'll hold onto the belief that the storms I face are not meant to break me but to shape me. With each challenge, I'm learning to navigate this vast sky on my own. I'll always carry the warmth of your love in my heart, a constant reminder of where I come from. One day, I hope to look back and see that every gust of wind, every storm, has made me stronger and more resilient. Until then, I'll keep flying.