not a fledgling

It is quite ironic that during the times where I am most busy, I find time and effort to apply to write something in this blogspot. I suppose it is because with the multiple stresses on my mind, I need to express my feelings on some wavelength even if nobody reads this blog.

The cycle of life never ceases to amaze me with its complexities. Starting with day we took our first breath of air and cried out in fear frightened by the new environment around us seeming so estranged so aloof. Besides the bright surgical light piercing into our first images of being, our parents are the first to take us into their arms cushioning us from the malicious encounters with the outside world. The timeless hours spent spoon feeding us, changing our diapers, accompanying us on our first day of school is just the beginning of the sweat and hours invested in the happiness and success of our future. Still in the nest, we always want to take that first flight by ourselves, not fully grasping the totality and superficiality of our decisions. When that day arrives, we jump off in hopes of flying, but realize the ground is closer than we envisioned and food isn't so easy to find. Limitations by our trained abilities and talents nurtured in school and bank account numbers provided by our parents appear to be just a fraction of the obstacles that lie ahead.

Graduation day is finally here and I can only imagine the experiences I will face taking flight from the branch..............