The eagle wanted to make one last flight with his tired wings, to a land, where breaking hearts is outlawed.
Some time ago he used to be the highest living being in the world. He used to dive down, between the drifting pieces of clouds in intricate patterns. He used to paint the sky with his rebellious mind during the wildest of storms.
His wings were never tired chasing the heights.
Of late, he has become detached of all the glory. He flied, only on moderate heights, enjoying the screams of the younger ones who flied even higher. Sincerely praying for them to be safe.
Yet, never did he beg to the lord of the skies, to keep him safe.
His whole life was of acceptance. He challenged the limits, but accepted the threats in it.
He never complained.
Never did he wake up with the desire to go higher, but every day he did that, or missed it once in a while.
His achievements never delighted him, and he never got dejected when he failed to.
Success was not his wine. He made no claims that he was the best.
He delighted in his love. He delighted in his commitment. His strength was his love. That was the difference between him and the others.
He carried himself to the heights, not on his wings, but on his heart. Now he just wants to prepare for one last flight to a land, where breaking hearts is outlawed.
He cannot afford it again.
He searched the entire planet. But found no such place.
Everywhere, it was considered to be a strength to win over ones own heart. It was considered to be bravery, to kill the emotions.
Nowhere, existed acceptance. Nowhere existed devotion.
He was a misfit.
He flew high, once again and melted into the sky, like a perfectly pitched note.
That day God decided to come and live in the earth, among the creeping creatures. And he said unto them,
'Today is the day to mourn. Today the sky has lost it's son'
