The Flying Tortoise
- Sola Opesanwo
- May 16, 2017
- 1 min read
And so they gathered, each to see the wonder, their eyes had caught something strange, high up in the sky; flying in a manner that almost seemed effortless. Yet, they could see the heavy shell and the deep cracks, could it be, could it really be a flying tortoise?!
The weight of the shell didn’t seem to matter, the deep cracks on the shell were no representation of pain, rather it had produced a beautiful mosaic and one word described her smile, priceless!
The spiral imprint around her knees seemed to be a constant reminder of the need to keep going. The acceleration is unending, when little, when much, only adding up to greater heights
So what held the onlookers down, what is the shell that has refused to embrace lift? Could it be fear, procrastination, the weight of unbelief, the weight of blurry visions or the dead weight of no vision at all? Cracks may become necessary to loosen up this shell.
But the tortoise is flying! Some argued the tortoise flew because it believed it could, others argued it probably wasn’t even a tortoise at all and still, some believe it took flight on the wings of inspiration and so it flew.
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