Like A Feather

I was watching Forrest Gump today, and at the end of the movie, I noticed the feather at his feet. It made me wonder how, like the feather, life can whisk us away in many different directions. The wind blows us here and there. Sometimes it’s calm, and sometimes we are hit with tornadoes or hurricanes, and all we can do is hold on. You gotta keep holding on if you wanna survive. You must keep a clear head. Try to keep your eyes open and keep an eye out for land so you can get out of the storm. When the wind lets up, you can glide down. But it’s still all uncontrollable at times like that feather in the wind. Nevertheless, you can’t give up and you must find yourself in it all. That’s how you will find your destiny and your purpose. In that you will find your joy.