How I always wished I was a bird… Or someone who can just head off, and explore… And be something else. Or someone more interesting than I am. May be I am interesting, that part of me wont just come out. Looking up to the sky, makes me so happy… So overwhelmed. Certainly not a feeling of satisfaction, but then I cant decide which is better. Being extremely happy or being calm and content? I guess, its just what I want to feel, is what matters.
So, there I saw so much of sky and right above me a tiny little bird flying through. And the desire floods though my heart. Hinduism says that a soul takes a lot of births to come to this birth as a Human being. Considered to be a very important birth. I mean, yes they’re given good things like more brain and a lot of other privileges, but I think the birds must be so happy, so much luckier!
After having visited the forest, and having seen so many beautiful birds when I got back to my city, once walking down the road I saw at least ten birds in a cage. Something inside me really wanted to cry. How can they do this to such innocent creatures? They are all so free… How can they do this to freedom?
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