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January 2017

Random thoughts

I am a person

Not a tree

I need no roots

Just the ground beneath me

The wind to lift me

The sky to open up and receive me

For I am but passing into another realm

Unseen by those bound by their own negativity

Learn to fly

Should I push him she wondered as the little baby birdie perched on the edge of the bough.

What if he falls? He will hurt himself bad, then there are wolves out there in the jungle and hunters too, what if they pounce on my baby? I will not be able to swoop down and pick him up in time.

She thought about this every day. Then one day the mother bird nudged her little one, gave him a shove and pushed him to face the world.

If not now it would be never. She felt she was being heartless, this was a rash decision but one she had to take because otherwise her little one would never learn to fly. He had to spread his wings and claim his piece of the blue sky.

And if had to fall she had faith he would rise again. She could peck at the eyes of the wolves if they so much as laid their eyes on him.

And when her baby teetered and sputtered and then flew and flapped his wings she could feel her chest swell with pride. She had done it. Turned her baby into a big boy.

We

We are all animals and we are all social animals, there is truth in both. We get our fangs up in a fraction of a second if we sense danger to ourselves or to those we care for. And we are ever striving to care for others and get cared for by others.

The thought of being alone is the biggest fear of most of us. Then there are those of us who want nothing more than to be left alone. We are against people nosing into our affairs yet we will post selfies of everything shot of sitting on the toilet seat on Facebook, Instagram and Snapchat.

We are so tired of relatives and hanger-ons yet we will follow anyone who is worth being followed.

We build networks like ants in a colony. We meet and greet people. We make WhatsApp groups where we want to be a face a voice with an opinion.

We shun, accept, ridicule, adore so many different people with various degrees and with relative ease, it just happens like breathing. Sometimes there is no thought, no logic to our actions just an instinct we act upon. We still go by our gut feel even if there is no logical explanation to that action.

And above all we crave for a glimmer of a smile, acceptance into someone’s life, be a part of a larger group and be accepted for what we truly are (without pretenses).

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