Similar to a butterfly, I've gone through a metamorphosis, been released from my dark cocoon, embraced my wings, and soared!

Sometimes we have to reach rock bottom before we're willing to rise up and overcome our trials.

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

The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.

Being stuck serves a spiritual purpose. It's a bountiful harvest for transformation to occur. It tells us that a change is needed. More than any type of outward change, what's really being asked of us is an inner change. It could be a change of heart, change of priorities, a change of beliefs, or even a change of perspective.

How wonderful it must be, I thought, to be able to just spread your wings whenever you like without someone following you around trying to swat you out of the sky.