So many years of collecting feathers, over distances -- I see that not all feathers are the same. Of course not, but I look further even. What makes a great tail feather is not what makes a great neck feather. A downy fluff would not do well on a slick wing. Maybe observing so many types makes it easy for me to see, that sometimes it takes so long just to find out what kind of feather we are. It seems just as unnecessary that so many people haven't yet seen that we can't all be the same feathers.
If you do not take the time to get to know yourself, and be yourself... Grasshopper, if you aren't there, who will stand in that spot, be your feather, on the bird? If we are all on the spectrum, nobody else can occupy your space on the rainbow! You are the only one who can represent your particular shade, hue, vibrancy. Only you can make it shine.
Living in reality, simulation... regardless of what the truth is, we still must play the character we know we are meant to... someone took the time to roll you out, gave you your special mix of abilities and frailties, put a compass in your heart, and set you free.
Find your way, Grasshopper!
We are counting on you.
playing one's part, in accordance with the universe, is true humility ~ Lao Tzu
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