Just yesterday I sat at a red light on the off ramp of the highway and witnessed such a frustrating and glorious act that explains the last seven months of my life to the fullest. As I sat and stared off into the clear blue sky ahead of me I saw this small bird soaring through the sky. He flapped his wings and cut through the air so delicately. His wings sliced through the strong afternoon breeze cleanly and without any resistance, just like a knife cutting through a freshly baked loaf of bread. It was such a beautiful site to see as he attempted to make his way.
The only downside, and also the frustrating part for him, was that he was attempting to cut through the brash winds that prevented him from going anywhere. For anyone who has sat at the off ramp of 71 South at Polaris you know that you're most likely going to sit their for about three minutes. For the entire time that I sat there I saw this poor guy, this little black bird in the far off sky, flap and flap his wings harder and harder, but not get anywhere. I could feel his pain as he tried his best to move on but got nothing. He tried his darnedest only to be slapped in the face by the brisk sting of the coming evening chill. As the light changed to green and I set my foot upon the gas I began to speed up through the intersection just as the wind died down and my frustrated feathery friend was freed from the shackles of mother nature and flew away into the bright afternoon sky like John Wayne riding off into a sunset after a gun fight and winning the heart of a beautiful damsel in distress.
It made me think that through the past several months I too have tried my hardest to move on with my life. I gave it my all to move forward, only to be kept in the same spot for one reason or another. A rejection email for a job, losing out to a more seasoned and experienced candidate in the final round of interviews or being restrained by the reality of a stagnant economy and decreasing job market. I've flapped my wings faster and faster, day after day, in hopes to fly the coop and begin my ongoing journey of adulthood, only to be held back by the hurricane force winds of neglect and receding realities. Like that bird, I gave it my all and got nowhere.
But eventually there comes a time - when you least expect it and as you're trying your hardest - that the wind dies down, the skies open up, the sun begins to shine brighter, and you break loose of the realistic restraints of the "world" you're living in. You begin to make way towards those greener pastures, the righteous path and that new mountain that stands before you. You attack it head on and with the fiery passion of a thousand suns.
Just like the bird that I saw on such a majestic and trying afternoon I challenge you to continue fighting against those unexpected forces that are holding you back. Don't give up, never surrender, just keep going. Eventually you'll break free and begin your way to the promise land, whatever that may be for you. Accept the challenge and bask in the glory of the day when you are set free, enjoying the success of not giving up and becoming free of what's been holding you back.
Until next time...
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