đŚ If you are raised with chickensâŚ
âŚyou learn to scratch the ground.
To hide from shadows.
To look at the ground and not at the sky.
Even if you were born to fly,
if no one teaches youâŚ
if everyone around you only knows how to walkâŚ
you end up believing that you are also a chicken.
That happened to the eaglet.
It fell from its nest during a stormâŚ
and grew up in a chicken coop.
No one taught it to fly.
They only told it how to survive.
And so it lived: strong, with large wingsâŚ
but hunched.
Until one dayâŚ
an old eagle passed by.
Free. Majestic.
And upon seeing it there, she shouted:
âWhat are you doing down there?!
âI'm a chicken! âhe replied.
She came down, looked him in the eyes, and said:
âLook closely. Look at your wings. Look at your shadow.
She took him to a puddle.
And upon seeing its reflection, he understoodâŚ
He was never a chicken.
He was always an eagle.
That day, he flapped his wings.
OnceâŚ
TwiceâŚ
And on the third⌠he flew.
⨠If you feel like you donât fit in, that you are made for more⌠donât be confused.
Maybe youâre not broken.
Maybe you just grew up in the wrong pen.
You were not born to stay on the ground.
You were born to touch the sky. đŚ