Wings in the Wind by Alan Tan

Looking up high, soaring towards the sky, Wings in the wind, flying high. When the wind is with you, you glide gracefully and smoothly gaining height. When the wind is against you, you flap fiercely against the resistance to gain height. The resistance makes you stronger each time. What does not kill you, makes you stronger. But once you reach up there, you realise there is no place to rest your tired wings. The higher you fly, the lonelier you become, the further you drifted from your family and friends. You are on top of the world, but what have you gain? I am so tired. So I gather all my courage and chopped off my wings. I fell down and down to the ground. When I open my eyes, everything I saw is so beautiful. I smell the long forgotten fragrance of the flowers, see the familiar faces of my family and friends. What have I lost? I have lost the way and meaning of living. I am glad that I have found it back.