Do you every feel like a baby bird?
A baby bird is helpless when it first hatches.
They do not know how to fly, and they do not know how to survive without their mothers.
There’s always that one baby bird that gets everything right.
It doesn’t plummet to its death when it tries to fly; it soars, and it is able to go on with its life independently.
And then there’s you.
You’re the one that can’t get up.
You’re the one that gets left behind when the rest of your siblings go out for something useful.
You’re the one left to freeze to death as the rest fly to hibernation.
You can’t fly.
As you continue to get made fun of, and as you continue to get criticized by your mother for not being like the rest, you begin to give up.
You feel the need to prove them wrong, even though you don’t know how to do that.
You decide you need to try to fly one more time.
You leap from the nest, expecting to fly, and to prove your mother wrong.
You don’t.
You fall, and it’s too late to get back up.
You gave up, and you didn’t even try to call for help, or you didn’t try to fly back up.
You let yourself fall, and you let yourself know before you plummet to your death, that no one minds you being gone.
You were the weak link anyway.
That’s bullshit.
Never stop trying to fly.
You fall the first 32 times.
Try another 32 times.
You aren’t the weak link.
The ones who continue to push you down, and the ones who continue to tell you you’re useless are the weak links.
They don’t belong in your life, because you deserve someone to hold you while you try to use your wings for the first time.
You’re only a weak link if you let yourself become one.
If you give up because some bird that thinks he/she is better than you tells you that you’re incapable of flying, then you’ll never experience the things you can do.
You belong at the top of nest, not at the bottom.
You’ll only succeed if you let yourself fall a couple a times, and only if you continue to pick yourself up every time.
You aren’t the weakest link.
You’re the strongest.
Just let yourself be.