Birds in a cage.

With my dull white and grey uniform worn, I stood in front of the mirror knowing it was the last time I would be spending time with the same people I had been with for the past 10 years. I was a bird and my school was the nest that gave me another family. Moving out of my nest, leaving all the other birds behind was the loneliest feeling ever but I knew it was necessary as each of us had to find our own path to pursue and fly to. 

New people, new places and quite some space to fly around made me believe the world was a big cold cage where every bird was forced to follow fixed routes and destinations that they didn't long for. All the different types of birds in this cage, in which almost all of them believing it was their destiny tried hard to break their shackles and fly free. Some soared, while others didn't.

" Your’s is the world and everything that's in it ", my school had taught me, but little did I know that I would get just 42 sheets of paper to determine if I could succeed. 

All these mixed signals and expectations got to my head and this was the point where my aspiration hit its saturation point. Meanwhile, all the birds around me fighting it out through the same pressure often gave me hope and moments in life to cherish. 

I am truly grateful for meeting two different flocks of birds that got me through various shitty phases of our caged lives and I believe me when I say this, we will break out this cage and soar high one day, together.