It was not too long ago, when I was like you. I had the patience to go in-depth about every small detail of vast topics and this connected them to me; I began to travel and find myself surrounded by Love. This happened when I was like you and to become like you, one can say it took forever.
Forever it took me to learn about myself and the growth of my wings; I could not help the speed, they grew so fast and I did not even know this. So fearful I became, overtime, of cutting them and hence, I began to fly to unknown places- potentially dangerous. Sometimes, I would meet elder birds who knew I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Sometimes, they would understand this has no fault of my own but rather my uncontrollable growth. Other times, they would judge me as arrogant, over-functioning, or self-confided.
How I longed for the right mentor in this world, hoping someone would teach me to cut my own wings. Maybe, someone would teach me how to grow in the right way. Someone would see my churning mind and rapid heartbeat; someone would tell me to calm down. If my mentor guided me, cutting my wings when they overgrew would not be so painful. Every time I felt them colliding with prickly branches, I would close my eyes and slice them off.
I recall my bird attempting to escape from my hands as I trimmed his wings so he would stay around, close to the ground. Perhaps, this would save him from flying to the woods, from getting lost, or from dying. Often, one believes they are reaching the moon or beyond, but the glistening rock is nothing but a meteor. This was the short path, but the wrong one. Yet, he flew away upon the first spurt of extra growth, I was unable to catch. Today, I am still reflecting on the many lessons he taught me.