To have a taste of the real world. Away from the playground banter, uniforms, assemblies. We had to go see the world, make a name for ourselves, learn new things, useful things that would only benefit our lives.. ... we had to achieve; succeed anywhere with anything, claim names, titles and finally~ We were to be responsible for our own lives. That's what we wanted. That's why we ran.
Not everyone is born with wings.
Wings are sometimes earned over time.
They can be paid for by sacrifice. Of life, of time, of blood and sweat...
They can gifts from our parents, a lineage to be lived out...
Some are born never to see the sky, to walk the earth and know nothing of flight. To be content never wondering what it'd be like to touch heaven, if only for a second.
We saw the world as what it is. It wasn't our's and we didn't have worlds to call our own. We were smart, we knew enough about everything but never came to terms with what we were to become. What we had already started becoming... a thousand paths were offered infront of us. But why dream of walking when one day we would touch the sky?
Responsibility crops our wings.
Parents who pluck, tear and tatter their feathers so that their kids will oneday fly...
Only to repeat a vicious cycle.
Responsibility, despite how innate it is in our nature to nurture, worry and protect our loved ones became a positive thing through man's influence...
....we built computers, had a talk, of all those things left behind.
Everything that was abandoned just so that we could be an inch closer to the sky... should never be forgotten. Revise this later.
3/11/11 -> 11/11/11 then china. Just so you know where you are right now.
