Monday, 3 August 2020

SHORT STORY: A Bird with ordinary, colorless wings

I am a bird. So naturally, I enjoy my freedom. 

When I was young, I enjoyed flying with my friends. We would go around the trees and play hide and seek. I am a fast flyer so everyone admired my wings. Plus, as compared to others, my wings are flourished with colors.

"Gosh, I wish I have your wings. They're so pretty, so colorful," one of the birds told me.

"I'd exchange my wings for yours," another bird told me.

So every night I sleep in the company of my friends. We would tell each other stories and I always go first. They worshipped me and I could not have a better life. 

Years went by and as young birds, we grew into full adults. One by one, my friends started to leave home. 

"I can fly farther now. I will be in Peru by tomorrow."

"I'll meet you there! I'll stop by in Rio first."

And when we were down to two, I was asked, "What about you, won't you leave?"

"I will, after you," I replied.

The next day when it was my turn to fly, I gathered my courage and flapped my wings as hard as I could, but something stopped me. 

Before I could even reach a mile, I got too exhausted. I fly so fast that I get tired so quickly. My wings are too heavy for long flights. I can't last days flying. 

That is the consequence I have to bear for having the most beautiful wings. Because they were pretty, they are hard to maintain. My parents painted my wings for me since I was young. They wanted me to have beautiful wings so other young birds would envy me. But they did not realize that the more coat of paint they put in, the heavier it gets.  

So when it was my time to fly away, enjoy the true essence of freedom, I am estopped by the very thing people tell me they envy.

But guess what, 
I'd exchange mine for 
ordinary 
colorless
wings.

I would take an offer right now.
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