When the bird tried to take its first flight, it just gave a small jump. A small jump is not called flying. But a small jump is all that was possible. The bird looked around and saw everyone flying. Its mother screamed to look at them, but the more the bird looked, the smaller it felt. The bird wanted to fly with its wings, but it didn't know how to use them. The wings remained there. The bird slowly learned to walk, to jump, and to run, but it didn't want to fly. To be able to fly is not possible now, it thought. It was known around as the bird that walked. The bird grew up cheerfully thinking about its uniqueness. But the bird never knew how to use those wings; it never considered their existence.
The many big projects taken on by the many famous men before me to accomplish something exceptional have rendered them to a quality very few can replicate. I revere them, for they didn't sleep on their level. They saw life as an opportunity, not as a nuisance. An opportunity to explore and grow themselves into unprecedented forms. They are not special, but they did something special. I respect these men for their willingness to push themselves to a point where even their senses question the purpose of such effort. But they endure and come out ever stronger and formidable. The force of nature tries to turn them down, because nature doesn't like breaking rules. Breaking something doesn't feel natural to the untrained eyes. Breaking something feels wrong to the people who never try. But breaking is just as natural as creating. In fact, breaking is more necessary, sometimes a precursor to creating something. I'm inspired by these men who break themselves and build themselve...