The Edge of the Nest
September 23, 2012
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The sight is familiar: the young one stands at the edge of the nest, knowing in its heart and mind that the time to fly has arrived. He spreads his wings and feels the air move across their surfaces, causing a natural lift. What he wants to do—fly—is his call and comes naturally. I see it in my 20-year old. I’ve seen it before in his brothers, but this time it is different—he is the last from this nest.
All the signals are there; likewise, so too are the appearances of the wind moving across his wings, causing a lift that is both encouraging and scary. He continues to grow as a young man: a fisherman, student, employee, friend, son, brother and more. The growth continues, the wind continues to blow. Before him is the short distance down and the limitless horizons in front of him. The risk of falling a bit is far outweighed by the chance to soar with few limits.