Wings

Wings

Who cares? Do I fly or not? My wings were there but I never thought of using them for ages. I chopped them on my own to shreds just to make a perfect nest and reached a state of despondency, but is it possible for a bird to protect her nest from evil eyes without wings? still, a debatable statement fluttering in my silly small mindset. Fast forward to the time machine, I reached the state of numbness where nothing else matters and hardly much to lose, specifically needing apt justification of the famous proverb, “It’s never too late”. Gathered my courage with my mutilated self-esteem and confidence which was crushed and devastated due to towering self-imposed personalities. Yup !!!! winner in me again erupted like a sleeping volcano. So here I am thankful to much-criticized social media arms and ammunitions for providing me wings. Rusted wings were ignored by my fear of losing some inanimate objects, actually which I never possessed. The nomad in me now realizes Wings of mental strength are required to Fly. Do you know?  They already existed in us but were thoroughly forgotten...๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜Š

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