An eagle in the sky

I saw an eagle very, very high in the sky. It had its wings spread, and it seemed to be doing a trot dance; like it was trying to find balance. When it settled, it looked poetic; serene, calm, secure as it sailed on the current of the wind without flapping its wings. I was lying on my back in my compound, about 6 pm, totally enraptured by the marvelous sight of the graceful eagle in the deep blue sky. What a massive engine it must have in its chest to keep it going, keep it soaring to such heights where the small birds cannot even reach in their dreams!

I believe I can fly!

There's a beautiful line in the movie, 'American Beauty,' that "there's nothing worse in life than being ordinary." Watching the eagle up, up there in all its majesty spells only one thing: that there's nothing the eagle abhors than being ordinary. I guess that's why it flies alone mostly. Everyone can fly, but how far you're willing to go is what distinguishes the people we call icons. Although it has been said that it's very lonely at the top, the rewards of being there cannot be compared to the unenviable consequences of refusing to burn the bridges of comfort zones which assign one to a mundane life that is of little value in the grander scheme of things. 

The little I've read about the Wright brothers is that they were bicycle mechanics but through stretching their imaginations and practical experimentation, they ended up inventing an airplane without even attending the university of aviation! I wonder whether their profound invention was inspired by an eagle on its wings but one sure thing is everyone is born with invisible wings and those willing to spread them and fly high like the eagle will reach heights that most ordinary people think are beyond reach.