Soar
I always admired birds. Being able to soar away not bound to or by anything. Myself, sadly, is bound to a small town just outside of Tulsa Oklahoma. Yeah, you could say it is great but I’d tell you it's a drag. My whole life is a drag. I worked slept and worked again. That is the itinerary of my entire life. The birds, they could do anything rules didn’t apply to them.

I woke up to a violent alarm clock.
“Another day.” I thought to myself. I slowly continued out of my bed out of my small apartment and into my car that will breakdown in a matter of days. From my car I drove to a local restaurant or as I called it, the office. On my way up I saw a flock of birds. I flew alone. I think the more people the more bound an individual is. I saw irony in the birds and myself. They had what I wanted, freedom yet chose to stay together. To me they were a species that had everything figured out. As for me, I am just getting by. I suffer and suffer while they always know what to do. I just stuck to what I knew, I knew the alarm, the apartment, and the car. I pulled up to my work place. I left the old car and continued with my depressing cycling life that I had become so accustomed to.

We soared and soared from north to south and back again. That was life in the flock. I often looked down from the skies and saw the humans. Life for them was opportunity. Our life is one set destiny. North South. We stuck to the pack it was all we knew. I envied the humans with the freedom to see the world and interpret it. I never have been given an opportunity to make any decisions in my life. I just wish I could be like the humans with their hope and opportunity. I soared and soared north and south and north again. I just wanted to be free like the people below. I saw a human below walking outside of a restaurant.

“Finally”, I thought, “I’m done working for today.” As I busted out of the doors a bird swooped down onto my car. I looked at it, I looked into it. I saw a deep sadness, a constraint in its eyes.
“Why do you feel constraint you have the freedom to do as you wish.” I said aloud. It looked to me then as if answering my question it looked to the skies at a large flock hovering just above. Just like me it stuck to what it knows, the flock. I realized I was what I’ve always wanted to be. I was the bird. We were both stuck in a cycling life it was how we lived, but just because it has been does that mean it always will be or always should be? I got into my car, still pondering my life up until this point. I had always saw life as the way it was never the way it could be. Now I understood that life was solely the way I interpreted it. I saw that my life had no confinement. I wasn’t bound to the apartment, the car or even Tulsa. The truth was there was neither of us were truly bound to anything. Life was what we made it. Life was suffering but could it also be happiness in a different light? I looked out of my car I saw a bird. A singular bird. Flying beside me. My exit for my apartment was coming, I passed it with a smile on my face. As I passed it the happy bird pealed to the east and our lives began out of darkness and into the light, a new light.