You Were Meant To Fly

When you’re starting from ground zero after losing everything you thought you had in a short space of time, you’ll find that you can’t feel your feet.
The reason why you can’t feel your feet after losing everything, is that, the ground that you think you were standing on does not exist.

The very things, the very people you thought are your anchors – somehow the ropes that binds you to them,
no matter how tight, they loosen up, and they float away.

You find that you’re alone out here, and no matter how many times you call out for help, it is your voice that echoes back.

Reaffirming the reality that in fact, it’s just you out here. No one else is here.

So now you’re groundless, with no anchors to set you afloat and in place, and you’re just simply lost in the sea of your own, stormy life.

You’re probably feeling very afraid, so very uncertain, extremely vulnerable being the only one trying desperately to hold on, to take control.

Don’t fear. How much worse can it get? If you love yourself enough, you’ll find that it cannot be any more worse than it already is.

Look around. Look at what you still have. You could’ve lost something in your life, and that loss is probably weighing your heart immensely heavy with grief.

You’re probably feeling dejected and disillusioned, losing a job that you thought could help jumpstart your career.

You probably lost the great love of your life, the one person that you wanted to be your forever.

You’re probably stuck and unemployed, figuring out what it is that you are capable of doing with your life, and if you’re good enough for anything, or anyone.

You want to make a name for yourself, but you have no idea where to begin.

Look around at what you still have.

One thing that we all still have in common, is Time.

But how long, that depends on each of us. You see, we will never know when our Time is going to run out.

All we know, that it is running out.
And that we can’t afford to waste it away.

Don’t let a day go by without creating something out of it. It does not need to be art.

It could be a dream that you’ve been wanting to fulfill since you were young.

Feed your soul with the things that make you feel alive. If you love the beach, go sunbathing in the sand.

If you love the water, immerse yourself in it and let time stand still, and let the seawater soak through your pores.
Breathe in the sunrays, and let the moment fill you up.

If you want to be a writer, Time is your best friend. If you want to be an artist of anything at all – Time is your best friend.

What you do with it, it all depends on you. Spend it building up your confidence.

Listen to great writers of this century, listen to how they think about things, and how they create their world.

Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two about how to create your own world – from scratch.

Learn about how they put it all down on paper. You’ll learn that it’s not easy, and it takes Time to create something out of nothing.

It could be a few minutes, a few hours, or maybe even a few years to finally feel content.

Find your poison, let it inspire you, let it kill you, but most importantly, let it feed you with feelings that you’re afraid to feel.

All of the beautiful feelings, even the bad ones – don’t be afraid of them. They are your friends. Let them in.

That is how you grow. That is how you become who you are.

You’ll find that groundlessness is the best place to be.
And Time is your compass.

So let your open heart, brilliant mind, and able body guide you through.

Look around you. It’s a big world. Who said you needed to walk on concrete to get to where you want to be?

Sometimes all you needed to do was to fly, or float, hell maybe even soar to get to places.

Little did you know, that groundlessness was when you grew a pair of wings, that was meant for the big open skies.

Look up. There is nothing for you down here.

You were never meant to stay on the ground.

You were meant for the sky.
You were meant to fly.