Like A Bird

It is a tropical sunny day inside the Ol Pejeta Conservancy. Like everywhere else in the world, life is taking care of itself; all organisms in the cycle trying to keep their wheel on the move. The chimps are there, swinging on the car tires suspended on trees with a rope, the tall giraffes are scanning the valley to see what today brings, two warthogs are mating in a nearby bush, and a weaver is chirping the tunes only understandable to itself. Inside of a brown well-knit grass nest hanging on an acacia are two eggs. Eggs that belong to the bird with dull brown feathers and yellow plumage. In two days, the eggs will be hatching, if the biostatistics is right.

I can imagine the life inside the eggs. Two tiny birds without a sense of the world they are coming to. Sleeping, probably coiled, with slippery feathers cuddling their tiny flesh on the inside of the shell caging. When they will be hatched, they will be working their nerves out to open their small beaks. their beaks are too weak to crack open any seeds. Their feathers are too weak to fly them to places with worms and insects. They don’t even have an idea where they can fly to or seek food. Even if they could, their eyes are closed and they can barely see. The babies will depend entirely on their parents. Their mother will be there with them. Their father will be around too.

Innocently, and naturally, the parents will take care of the babies without discrimination or tire. They will fly out in the world and come back with a partly digested caterpillar on its beak and drop it to the mouth of the baby. The bird that widely gapes its mouth often gets the biggest share. After a few days of feeding and protection, the baby bird will develop a stronger beak, grow feathers, and open up its eyes.
Then one day, as the mother flies in the morning to seek food, the baby bird; now strong and chirping, will fly out of its parents’ nest and go out into the world. Without notice, a thank you note, or a goodbye. The parents will come back to an empty nest. Once the baby bird flies out of the parent’s next, there is no looking back, there are no turnbacks. It is one permanent move done without regrets. The parents will not mourn for the departure of their kid. Neither will the kid cry out in the world for leaving its parent’s care. Because time had come for the baby to leave, go out, and survive in the wild of the world.
So are our lives. If the time has not come yet, trust the rules of nature, it is coming. Some point in life, you will realize that you were not meant to stay with your parents and guardians forever. You were not meant to enjoy the surplus and free protection. They wake up every day, wriggle off their tire, and hunch out to seek for what you will feed on. And when the time comes, you will have to fly out of their nest, go out in the wild, and try to survive on your own.
It will not be easy. In the twist of your twenties, you will see the signs of your departure from afar. The guilt will grow tall and your needs will develop deeper roots.

The questions will be longer and the answers will be far-fetched. You will struggle with your confidence and figuring out your identity will be a hard nut to crack. Your nestmates-your friends- will become more complicated and selfish. they will become tough and rough, and they will not explain anything to you. like a loner shall you feel. As a human in the face of adversity will you feel. You will be confused, and scared of the world, and stressed out.

You will wonder where you will go next, what will happen to you, whether you will be able to survive. But since you will eventually leave the next, stay calm at the moment. Eat the warms and the insects your guardians’ patch on the nest with. Let your feathers and wings grow stronger so you can fly as higher as you want. Let your beak grow strong so you can crack even the hardest seeds out there in the world. Let your eyes open up so you will be able to look deeper into yourself and see far. Before it is time to go, relax your flexes and let nature chirp, the stones sleep, and the chimps swing.

A good man once said, “The bird that dares to break the cage breaks the shell, then, it can fly openly. This is the simplest principle of success. You dream, you dare, and you fly.” Good luck as you prepare for that.

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Poco Chimp image adopted from Ol Pejeta, retrieved from


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