Where are our wings, father? Why are we not a bird? It flies inside, daughter. And this is our greatest wish, though sometimes we do not even suspect it to be. Believing in wings is a justification for lamenting its absence and for this to remain where we are. Always flying inside.

Our wings are not made of feathers, nor are they bound by earthly constraints. They are the dreams that lift us high above the mundane, the hopes that carry us through the storms of life. They are the aspirations that give us flight, even when our feet are firmly planted on the ground.

Oh, daughter, our wings are the unspoken desires, the untamed spirit that soars within us. They are the yearning for freedom, the longing for transcendence. We may not be birds in the traditional sense, but within our hearts, we carry the essence of flight.

To believe in our wings is to embrace the boundless potential within us, to acknowledge that we are more than what we seem. It is to recognize that the power to soar lies not in our physical form, but in the depths of our souls.

So, let us not lament the absence of physical wings, for our true flight is within. Let us spread the wings of our imagination, let our dreams take us to the highest skies, and let our spirits soar, always flying inside, forever free.

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