Let the winds lift you into the skies. Take your first breath and ascend among the clouds, listen to the birds and your own pulse, feel the warmth of the sun against your face. It does not fight you, although it might feel like it burns. It is only your own body, the limit of your eyes. The deep skies do not repel. They envelop.
Search the endless for the desires inside your head. Let the reflected light of the unexplored skies shine through you. Absorb it, grow a part of the air itself. Take another deep, filling breath and let go of your fears. Feel the clouds gently touch your skin, like the fingertips of a lover.
And be reborn the perfect creature you were looking for. Become what you were meant to be. Return to the world surface with all of your ambitions embodied in you. The world where everyone wears the skin of what they fear over the true form that they have forgotten.
Temptation may come your way, but pay it no heed. Make your path, like all creatures must. Cut down the shrubbery, keep the flowers you like. There is no rest for the imperfect. Respect and honor is what you make it. Perfection, is what you make it. Try it. Taste it. Feel it. Turn your face up to the skies and breathe it.
Life is too short. Rather be all that you can be than run from it.
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