Leaving the nest

He stands at the edge. In front of him are all the possibilities, all the future, behind him are all his siblings, all his past.
He stands there and thinks.
In front of him is the unknown, and behind him is the security he knows.
He stands there and looks ahead.
He envisions the jump he is about to make, at the risks he is taking, at the things he is leaving.
He might fall, he might never recover, but he might fly so high, he might succeed.
And just in that moment, he thinks about the only thing he has, he thinks about his belief.
And just like that, the little bird spread his wings and takes the leap…


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