For Shia

To je bilo napisano kot komentar na Shiinem blogu, pa sem se razpisala, in bi želela to deliti še z vami.



Shia draga,
you will have to save yourself to be saved. Saving others is just a lesson that teaches best. And it sucks sometimes. Give them faith in themselves, mend their broken wings, and let them soar free, while hoping for their return. Most don't.

Mend your own wing, free your spirit even more, take to flight, soar through thin air, drunk on the closeness of stars.

Some will try to follow you, fly your path, be like you. But their trapped spirit will try to hold yours close, clutching you to their own bars. You might want to mend their wings to, but with time you realise their wings are bound with fear, and fear can only be mended if it's confronted. Some never are.
Then it's up to you to choose wether to hope and try and try again, or choose to fly again.

And sometimes, on a precious occasion, someone chooses to fly a path that resembles yours, or at least keeps your paths crossing, at least for a while. And on the way your heart might mend, some scars migth stop burning, some new ones might appear.
And in the end, flying solo or not, you are richer for all the experiences you've gone throuh, all the spirits you've met, friends, lovers, teachers, pupils, they all become a part of you.
Wether they are stones in your heart or add lift to your flight is up to you, though.


Yet you, Shia, I've always regarded as a young phoenix.
In begining you may have thought yourself a trapped robin, then you found a nice bird with pretty feathers and experienced, yet hurt eyes, and you opened eachothers wings for a while.
It's hard to fly while clutching to eachother too tightly though, and you crashed and burnt.

And rose from the ashes, a wonderful, dazzling phoenix with beautiful, more experienced and hurt soul glimpsing out through the dark eyes. Spread your wings in another direction, trying to fly with someone again.

And you hurt again. And you will rise again. Each time there might be another scar hiding beneath those beautiful golden feathers over your heart, the feather on the tips of your wings might be a bit ruffled and burnt, but the wings grow larger and stronger, and the tail longer, all of which will help you fly higher, faster, sharper, more freely.
You will be someone others aspire to be, showing those afraid of spreading their wings how wonderful it could be. You already are that, and you will be it even more so as time passes, and experiences accumulate.
Just enjoy the flight, and wink at the stars when the air around you grows thin.