The power of perception.

When I was little, I was fascinated by wings. Birds. Butterflies. Bees. All spontaneity and freedom.

I, on the other hand, was all hands and feet. Capable of many things, yes. But with no way to touch down softly on a flower. Soar through the sky. Be out of reach in the blink of an eye.

All I saw was up. Not downs. I never thought of how exhausting flying must be. How much effort is needed just to take off.

Romanticizing. Easy to do, but it doesn't do us any good. It blocks our view of reality. Creates envy. And lowers what we all need more of: compassion.