A little girl looked about in wonder, everything seemed so big, so huge. But as she grew older, she began to realize that this world she lived in was not so big after all, in fact, it was quite small.
One day as she was walking, this thought occurred to her. She felt so small, like a bird in a cage. No matter how hard she thrashed, how loud she screamed, how hard she pulled, the cage would never break, it would never shatter, and worse of all, it would never open.
But, not knowing this then, the cage can burst. It can open.
The girl grew up in this tiny town, with a tiny family, in a tiny house. Only her dreams were big. They were her escape from reality, it was the sky, limitless, but unreachable.
One day, one peculiar day, this no longer little girl, was whisked away. Away from her little life, too small to contain her soul, her mind. It burst, her cage burst, and, like the wind, she let her dreams lead her.
One day, she found herself in a busy, bustling city. The next, she found herself in the middle of a vast country side, then in the middle of a green forest. It was the climax of her life, the dangerous and risky part, the fun and reckless part.
But one day, the wind stopped, and she fell. She did not notice how high she was going, how far the ground was from her feet. She had leaped into the air, without another care, she didn't look down, didn't see how big a step she created. And so, when she fell, she realized just how high she was.
It was inevitable, this fall, but it was worth it. As she crashed down, her wings slowly dispatched from her body. There was nothing to cushion her fall. Nothing to stop her. So she let herself fall, and when she landed, everything turned white.
Slowly, she opened her eyes and above here she saw a figure flying through the air, having the time of their life. And, as did she, the figure began falling. When it made contact with the ground, she peered over the ledge, and much to her surprise, down there was the most beautiful face she saw.
And once again, she fell into another headlong adventure, this time it was of love, and heartbreaks, and roses, and wilted flowers.
Life is a circle, it goes around and around, you don't feel dizzy, and instead of hating it, try to start loving it. Because no matter what, there will be a day when all you feel like your on top of the world, like you're invincible, and that's because you are.
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Little Things in Life
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