Wings are
such peculiar things. Throughout the book, Song
of Soloman, wings are used as a motif of life or death. In life, these
flying contraptions are represented as being able to fly home to safe place.
Where is this safe place you ask? No one may ever know. It could be somewhere
where life is eternal. Or someplace dark and tranquil. A utopia perhaps. On the
other hand, wings can represent death. When Mr. Smith wanted to fly to a safe
place, he flew towards his death. Think about it this way. When you wake up in
the morning and find out what you are going to wear today, you are figuring out
which wings you want to wear. A set of wings you chose can fly only upwards.
Yet the pair buried deep in your closet is the pair you chose when you want the
risk of not flying. It’s okay to not want to fly, but always remember you can
go up when you feel like you are going down. Everybody has their own pair of
wings. It’s whether we chose the risk of life to preserve through it strong or
we fly away to a different dimension where only you know where it is. Instead
of “time is the essence of joy” we should vow to say “flight is the essence of
life”
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