the flight of a bird is a gift.

Father: I once had a bird, but my bird never learnt how to fly. I guess not all birds are meant to fly. If your bird never takes flight, what can you do? Get mad at the world? Get mad at God for not giving your bird wings to fly? So I ask you again, what are you going to do when you find out your bird doesn't have wings? Throw it off a cliff hoping to see it fly under stress? You'll kill your bird.

Me: Father, I'm different now. If my bird can't fly, I will build it wings so it can.

Father: You need time for that. Is that what all of us have? Is that what you have?

Time is limited. Tonight, my father taught me that if I can just find "enough" time, then many answers to my questions will be revealed. Metaphorical talks with my dad cut as deep as valleys in the abyss. I need to stop feeling like we’re running out of time.

All this time I've thought: "Every bird will soon fly," and that we just have to be patient and wait for them to take flight. But I don't think that anymore because now I see:

Birds can only fly when they've been given wings to fly.