Birds

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There exists an inner force inside of us to create ideals and share them with others. Perhaps, it is a part of human nature: we feel comfortable knowing there is someone who shares our faith. It grants us a promise to be united with others somewhere far, just on the basis of a belief.

The more, the better. However, once we get closer, we realise that despite a supposedly shared ideal, we don’t understand each other. Too many personal distinctions get in the way.

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To me, an idea of shared ideal is utopic.

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Birds symbolise an ideal which one cannot divide nor share with others. A flap of their wings promises me a wonder, yet the wonder never comes. Looking at them taking off, I freeze in anticipation that remains unfulfilled. Yet, it is satisfying, because I have the humility to accept I will never catch it and put it in a cage. I will only remain a spectator.