Not so fast, not so high, without my wings, I cannot fly...

At times life throws seemingly insurmountable odds at us because it wants us to become stronger, grow wings and fly high.

Why would you be given wings if you weren't meant to fly?

And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.

Let me nurture my wings, for I was born to fly.

Fly high... Where the only chill that cuts through you is the wind. Where your heart pounds from exhilaration not disappointment and after ascending through cloudy wisps, brushing your wings, there is only the clear blue horizon beckoning you forth....