My Nest

Originally posted May 3, 2017

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For a moment my life is okay. For a moment I can afford to breath. For a moment I can look at myself and say “I can do this”. Then it all comes crashing back down. It’s like a nest. The higher up the tree, the better the view; the further down you fall when the wind blows. But do I really want to live on the lower branches just because they are safer? Do I really want to sacrifice my happiness to live in reality? No. So I build my nest way above the leaves and open to the wing. When that wind comes and blows my nest away, I look back up to where I was in that tree from the ground. I se where I was and where I am now. Everything falls apart. I don’t want to put it back together. For a moment the lower branches tempt me. Then I glimpse a ray of sun between the branches and know that I belong up there at the top. So I get up, I shake the dust off my feathers, and I fly back up and rebuild my nest. Rebuild my life. I may only get it half built before it crashes back down again. But I never lose sight of that beautiful view. Eventually I’ll build my nest and it’ll stay there long enough for me to say I did it. I survived those harsh winds. I lived my life in the highest branches. Then I’ll be happy.