Rahulwrites. ..

 “I am a bird, yet I can’t fly. So I reach the mountains, hoping to touch the sky.” I am a bird, yet I cannot fly. Perhaps that is why I feel I do not belong to this world. I seem to cause problems in the lives of others, even when I never intend to. I do not want to hurt anyone because of who I am, and yet my presence feels like a burden I cannot explain. There are feelings within me that I cannot name and cannot share. Silence becomes easier than speaking, and distance kinder than closeness. So I think of leaving toward the mountains and toward the hardest path, not as an escape, but as a choice to protect others. Like the penguin that walks across ice instead of rising into the sky, I move forward without wings. When flight is impossible, endurance becomes purpose. I choose the difficult journey because I want more than survival. I want to live truly and honestly, even if that life is lonely. Even if it means walking alone. I want a life where I harm no one, where my existence i...