There are limits in life. Walls put up that you can't pass. Fences you can't climb. Altitudes you can't climb higher than. Windows that just won't break, and you are left to stare through at the world outside.
But then there is the bumble bee:
"Aerodynamically, the bumble bee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn't know it, so it goes on flying anyway." -Mary Kay Ash
I'm a bumble bee. I push forward when I shouldn't. I keep walking when it's impossible. I take brick by brick out of the wall so that it comes tumbling down and I can finally get to the other side. It's a tedious task, and in no way immediate. The wall can take weeks and months to tear down, but it comes down. You just have to keep going.
But where is the bee flying to? What if the flower isn't actually a flower? What if it turns out to be a venus fly trap? What if on the other side of the wall it isn't a greener field or a beautiful view, but a wasteland? What happens when the expectation just isn't met?
Well, it's the journey that matters.
The view on the way to that flower has to be amazing. Gazing down at the world; the colors, smells, sounds, movements, and action. To be that bee and fly over it all, no matter the ending has to be amazing. To meet people while tearing down the wall; to sit and chat together; to work together; to just 'be'.
It's the journey.
I'll keep on flying, but I've got to say that this journey is grand. Life is one grand adventure, and the minute you lose sight of that, is the minute it all becomes mundane.
Rules are only rules because 'most' people fit into them. There are always exceptions; like the bumble bee.
What flower is next on this grand journey?
But then there is the bumble bee:
"Aerodynamically, the bumble bee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn't know it, so it goes on flying anyway." -Mary Kay Ash
I'm a bumble bee. I push forward when I shouldn't. I keep walking when it's impossible. I take brick by brick out of the wall so that it comes tumbling down and I can finally get to the other side. It's a tedious task, and in no way immediate. The wall can take weeks and months to tear down, but it comes down. You just have to keep going.
But where is the bee flying to? What if the flower isn't actually a flower? What if it turns out to be a venus fly trap? What if on the other side of the wall it isn't a greener field or a beautiful view, but a wasteland? What happens when the expectation just isn't met?
Well, it's the journey that matters.
The view on the way to that flower has to be amazing. Gazing down at the world; the colors, smells, sounds, movements, and action. To be that bee and fly over it all, no matter the ending has to be amazing. To meet people while tearing down the wall; to sit and chat together; to work together; to just 'be'.
It's the journey.
I'll keep on flying, but I've got to say that this journey is grand. Life is one grand adventure, and the minute you lose sight of that, is the minute it all becomes mundane.
Rules are only rules because 'most' people fit into them. There are always exceptions; like the bumble bee.
What flower is next on this grand journey?
1 comment:
I LOVE this Melissa! Such a beautiful thought, beautifully written, and awesome illustration! Just like you - awesome and beautiful! I love you!!
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