There is beauty in the flight.
Encouraged by systemic breakdowns and accelerating mental fatigue, we begin to find peace in the deliberate stepping aside in favor of unruly youth.
Like a corpse finally surrendering all pretense and caution, we fully become ourselves only once we are no longer burdened by material successes and ego-driven outcomes.
And we begin to fly only when the weights are wholly lifted and we learn to trust the winds.
There is beauty in the flight