People pity the caged bird. People think that the caged bird has limited options to spend his days. People think that all of his days are the same. They are spent in admiring his owner, expecting a small reward in return. And let me tell you, the people are not wrong.
Let me introduce myself. I am a nobody and I am a somebody. I am a free bird. Free Bird. That’s right. It might seem an ordinary thing, but today, in the chaos of a world, it is difficult to spot one of my kind. I fly with my flock but I am not bound to it. I take flight whenever I want and I rest when my wings need to refuel.
It has not been like this always. Flying is not easy. There are so many things that can go wrong. And the world is a big big place for a small bird like me. When I flapped my wings for the first time, I never thought that I would fly an inch above the ground. Of course there were a few old birds who led me to believe that I was no good. And for a split second, I believed them. But I didn’t let that anchor me to the dust. I soared and I soared high. And I see those old birds from up here. I bet it hurts their neck to see how high I am. But the view from here, is beautiful.
The caged bird is pathetic. And he remains so, until I see that shiny sugarcube he gets once a month. Boy that’s looks delicious. The caged bird is not alone. He has a small family too. All of them, happy with the sugarcube they share. Now, even if I roam a thousand miles a day, I can’t find that one by myself.
When I think about it, getting that sugarcube is not that difficult. It involves a simple exchange. I have to give up my freedom and accept the cage for the rest of my life. And in return I get the sugarcube. Once. Every month.
Well, it’s an offer every bird gets. Truly. Each bird gets this choice once. Right after the bird learns to fly. To fly or not to fly. Why do we fly? In simple terms, for food, yes? A caged bird gets his food three times a day. A sugarcube a month. And that too, for not flying. Of course he has to sing and chirp all day long to prove his worthiness. But when I think about it, it’s not bad job actually.
There are some days when I feast on the best delicacies in the world. And on some days even a peanut is hard to come by. On such days, when I look at the caged bird with his family, I can’t help but smile at the irony. I wonder if it would be a wise move to look for a cage for myself. After everything is settled, the sugarcube must taste good.
Oh, I know one thing for sure. Sunsets are beautiful. And the view is different from each place I go. I don’t know if I can commit to the same sunset for the rest of my life. Flying, more than anything reminds me of who I am. There is no joy and there is no sorrow. Flying is a simple reminder of the fact that I am doing what I am supposed to do.
Maybe someday, I will have to settle down for a cage. For now, I am happy with my little empty stomach and this stellar view. There is no better feeling in the world knowing that you can stretch your wings and just fly to find out how far the horizon is stretched. Nothing but stars to cover your head and cold breeze to support your wings. There may or may not be glory in it, but there is freedom.
Let me introduce myself. I am a nobody and I am a somebody. I am a free bird.