Mar M, a friend who is based in San Diego posted several pictures of seagulls on his wall at Facebook captioning most of them with quotes from the lovely book, Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach. I asked him if I could borrow one and he said yes. So here it is, a lovely picture of a seagull that truly reminds me of Jonathan, a fable about flight, life and having wings to soar to the sky. The book is about self-perfection and doing something one might think impossible but with practice and grace, one can do it. Those same quotes are heavily underlined in my little book of Richard Bach.
“Don’t believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding. Find out what you already know and you will see the way to fly.”
“You will begin to touch heaven, Jonathan, in the moment that you touch perfect speed. And that isn’t flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn’t have limits. Perfect speed, my son, is being there.”
I remember those days when I started blogging here at WordPress, more than four years ago. I never knew that I could last this long in the blogging world and finally meeting online friends who share a bit of themselves like I do. During the early years, I didn’t care about stats and followers because all I wanted was to keep a blog and it took me almost a year to add something to my very first entry here and a few tries before I settled to this theme which I am still using until now. It’s been one long ride of happy thoughts, ramblings some times or just spur-of-the-moment string of words that need to be written somehow. Needing to share and hoping to inspire others, drawing strength from the knowledge that despite all the setbacks and ugly realities of life, I learn something new every day and blessings come pouring in.
I still believe in dreams. As I have said before in my earlier posts, dreams never end just because you have experienced something life-threatening. Sometimes, in your moment of weakness, you ask, “What have I done to deserve all this?” and the echo gets back to you. There are always roadblocks in our life and there will always be moments that you feel so abandoned and unloved but the times in between the dark hours are shining pots of gold.
Dream. Believe. Soar. There will always be a new life, a new hope and a new beginning. Learn the art of flying.