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Was I scared of flying?
These Greek Gods, they told me "flying is never my specialty." My father trapped me in a cage and said I'm still young to fly. Or maybe it was me who's caging myself and doubting my abilities to fly with the winds.
I got scared of flying.
That I no longer appreciate my power and happiness. That I no longer find the meaning of freedom because who needs these wings when you can't use it to reach your dreams? I didn't realize, I've fallen the moment I let them decide for my life. I've fallen long time ago and this time, I'll fall to let them see the abilities of a young man in an adult body.
I stood up and pray. May the remaining courage in me switch up with my coward self, to let all my bravery stand still if ever I doubt myself for the second time.
Oh, deadly Sun! Tell them to watch me fall, do not let my father hold my hand no more! Tell Hades to open the door, command Poseidon to sweep the sea floor, ask Ares to give me the rustiest armor!
Finally, finally I was able to fly facing my last enemy, facing the sole reason why they can't let me flap my wings.
I wasn't scared of flying;
I'm just afraid of the consequence. I just cannot decide for myself yet. I'm just too obedient to obey all their orders to me.
At last, a kid caught me when I opened my eyes. A winning smile plastered in his lips, his dimple so deep as ocean when he flashed his teeth. "This is how it feels to fall, yes?"
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