The will to fly

Looking at the sky now, the boy felt a kind of peace and nostalgia. For it to be the first thing he remembers as well as the last. He remembers always having a fascination with the blue sky and its endless wonders just waiting to be discovered. The boy wanted to be the one to discover those. With that goal in mind, he worked to accomplish it by studying to become a pilot. While still being only a year or so over ten he had already read most of the piloting books in the library near his home. The boy can't remember how he got to where he was. He can't even remember where that was. The boy only knew the sky as his eyes gently gazed over the fluffy looking clouds covering a blue field. His chests up-and-down motion stopped as his eyelids softly closed with the will to fly being the last thing on his mind.

The boy's body dying gave place in the world for a fox kit. A fox kit containing the soul of the boy. Differently to how these things usually work, the boy didn't start over and could remember his life in his former human body. Not knowing what that has happened and why he couldn't open the eyes he felt he had, the boy started to think that this was what awaited everyone after their end. Forever wanting to open one's eyes and see but not being able to. He noticed how he could move and feel different textures around him, and not too long after being able to move his eyelids. Seeing himself in a forest, he did not know where he was or how he got there, yet again. Turning in all angles possible he noticed how he was all alone. Not knowing what else to do he sought comfort in looking up. The boy turned completely awed as the image before him. Before his eyes, above his head, the night sky could be seen. Always living in the city, he could never see the sky as clearly because of the light pollution. The scene before him showed millions of stars and endless amounts of colors.

Now calmer, feeling more at peace, the boy looked around himself again, trying to stand on his two legs only to notice the difficulty of just that. Looking down on his current limbs he understood his situation. His heart beating wildly in his chest, as well as his eyes, slowly widening. Minutes went by with his thoughts racing in countless different directions, the boy now has his jaw clenched in question and frustration. He, his whole life had loved the sky and have only ever wanted to fly. Even with these facts, the boy was to be reborn, but instead of into a form that could execute his dream he is stuck in the body of a newborn land animal, alone in the woods and will properly starve. The boy grew even more frustrated thinking of the injustice he has been put through at the end of his human life and the beginning of his new one. He chose to lay down as even though he was just born the boy has given up on his possible future in his new life. The cold temperature of winter surrounding him as he froze until he couldn't feel the cold anymore.

The boy's soul yet again found a new form since when his last life ended another one started, destined to be his. The boy seemed destined for isolation as he yet again found himself alone in the woods. Angry with his inability to both end his searching for his dream as well as to reach it. He once again, without paying much attention to anything about his new self or his surroundings, chose to lay down not caring about food or shelter. This cycle kept repeating itself and was destined to do so for all eternity. This fact is the norm as it happens with all creatures, they all get countless chances to start over. The boy is one of those creatures and have of course gotten the same treatment as all the others except for him remembering everything from all his different lives after his human one, seems to have an inability of getting a fresh start. Stuck with countless generations of thoughts in his head, them all being his.

The boy through all his lives started to despise the sky little by little. To always having sought comfort in gazing upon it, turned into avoiding it. He seemed to only feel resentment towards the one thing he loved the most. The boy thought he had been unfairly treated, being forced to live tens, if not hundreds of lives that he didn't want, not being allowed to control neither his life or death. Having only one wish in all his lives and not having it granted, it made him hate the said wish, wanting it to never be granted and to just be left alone to lay down where he wakes up. Having lost his sense of time he did not know what year it was or even how long he spends in each body as it all seems to both pass in the blink of an eye as well as not pass at all.

The boy's soul once again finds a new body, this time an animal that not just moments ago was born but instead an animal that just died and was empty of an occupant. He planned to do as he usually does and lay down, wrapping his limbs around himself. He notices quickly that it doesn't work and looks down idly to what for the most part have been paws only to instead see feathers. Standing up a little wobbly and looking down he sees three talons on each of his two feet. The boy stretches his arms forward, looking from right to left inspecting his wings only to put them down again to his sides and then trying to move them as a regular bird would. He is slowly lifted off the ground per his own efforts and is then slowly lowered as well. While on the ground the boy looks up meeting the sky for the first time in a long time. The boy now has the chance to fly, to do the one thing he has always wanted. But where was the sky through all those lives while he begged to be among the clouds. Now when having all the rescores needed to accomplish his dream, the boy did not find it to be a dream anymore. He did no longer want to be the one to discover all its possible secrets and did no longer feel peace and nostalgia while looking at it.

The boy laid down yet once more. This time, the will to fly gone entirely.