There are moments in life when everything feels still.
The world goes quiet, the air feels heavier, and your thoughts echo louder than ever.
You look up—but the sky feels distant, unreachable.
And you wonder: “Will I ever get there? Will I ever soar? Will I ever feel free?”
But the truth is—we all carry a wing inside us.
Not made of feathers, but of will. The other wing? It’s hope.
And when we open them both… even fear must step aside.
To rise doesn’t mean to escape.
It doesn’t mean pretending that pain doesn’t exist.
To rise means to embrace it… and still move forward.
It means choosing motion when everything begs you to freeze.
Choosing faith when logic tells you to give up.
Choosing light—especially when you’re standing in the dark.
This flight is yours. Only you decide when it begins.
And even if you fall—remember:
The ground is not the end.
It’s only the start of your next rise.
Look up.
There are no limits up there.
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