The Birth of Fledgling

I want to fly.

Why is that so hard for the world to understand?

Its been a solid four years since i discovered what I truly want to do with my life.  For awhile, I was content with biding my time and waiting on education so that I could pay my dues in academia. Yet as each year passes, I lose some of that vigor and excitement that used to spur me on to acheive my dream. I suppose I dont understand why exactly I have to get an education to do something Im already good at doing. But hey, thats life. Life is one big roll of red tape that has to be cut through with one thousand dollar bills.

Ill be Frank. The primary reason for Fledgling’s existence is, well, im fed up. Im absolutely exhausted with the tape. But I will not have my mouth taped shut. I will not allow for my voice to be turned down simply because I have no references and may have not tightened my grip enough for a hand shake. Instead, I will write to acheive my future. Ill put my sense of fulfillment in my own hands and allow myself to become set apart, flying out of arms reach into thought and perception.

I will fly.

and I will soar.