I am a Paper Plane

   I Am A Paper Plane
   by Jerahmeel N. Tayag Jr.

   

       Do you remember playing with a paper plane when you were young? Soaring high, soaring low then slowly falling down, landing gently or roughly on the ground. The fall depends on the strength of wind and the pull of gravity. Never have I imagined that I would be like a paper plane.

       Growing up,my arms are torn, I can’t do the things I dearly want to do; my legs are crippled, I can’t go places where the brave dare to go, where I want to actually be in; my tongue is knotted, my wind could not speak for me, not even allowed to utter a word. I am in a poor, very poor situation as nerves of my heart are crushed. I am vowed to follow strictly against my will,against my power. I felt dumb and numb. I must fly, I have to fly. Things happen for a reason and I firmly believe that this metamorphosis is for the message to be spread. I bring good news, I bring change. I want to see all the places that this world has, to carry forth good news.

        But how can I fly? Walls, thick walls of pride by the very person who should be supporting me block my way. Whenever I try to spread my wings, it is weighted by heavy words and negative feelings. Whenever I try to increase my altitude, discouragement and distrust in my abilities shoot my wings and puncture my heart. Since i am rendered voiceless at home, i have to establish connection to people who can trust me, who believe in me. I need to fly nad reach out as far as i can away from home. I need to spread my wings and be a catalyst of change, a bearer or good news and an inspiration to those who experience the same.

         My spirit to spread change will not be dampened by those who will shoot my wings. Along my flight will be dark and thick smoke, strong turbulence but i will strive to get higher, to pass through all these blockades. My way may be blinded bu storm, thunder and thick clouds but my wings will be stronger. There will be gentle winds that will carry me through these challenges. Winds that will see my struggles and hardships. These winds will be beneath my wings that will lead me to peace and harmony. They will lead me to places where I can spread positivity.

       Truly desperate for change, I am, being a victim of the world‘s crumbling state of commnunication brought about by the negativity and pessimism, brought about by indifference, uncaring and selfish attitude, brought about by too much pride of the very people I consider my own. Poor me! Poor me! But self-pity cannot get me anywhere! I am a paper plane. Though i am made of paper, i am strenghtened by those who neve dared to give up on me. I am always taken care and always brought back to restoration by those who love me. My wings are made strong and sturdy, mended by special LOVE, my engine fueled with hope. They may not speak but their eyes show the truth. The reason why after 18 years of trial and error, here I am still taking my shot at that dream flight; to share to the rest of the world this kind of love.

        

        The flight for tomorrow, the flight for hope, the flight of positivity. I call it by many names. But this is mainly about the flight of LOVE in its many forms. For the welfare of tomorrow,a hope for positivity. Who could Imagine that a plane could write? Love made it possible. Love renders the limited:limitless, the voiceless: loud.

       Curious you might be on how this flight would taste success. Here it is, follow my simple instructions. Close your eyes, feel your heart beating. Yes, you have a heart. Let it pump blood, let it make you feel the Love, the connection. Love in the form of RESPECT, will break down the walls of pride that once blocked my way. Supress the negative attitudes that shot me down. Love in the form of AFFECTION, would stop you from letting this world die. No more dark screen of smokes to block my sights, I could finally fly free without getting my wings burned by the sunrays. Leading to the completion of the bridge that will connect all of our hearts together. For love to sway in,to work its magic, ending wars and misunderstandings. To finally let everyone feel that we are alive, and this world is beautiful.

  

        I call out to you and all the paper planes out there to come join me in this flight.I also extend my plead to you who aren’t a Paper plane. You can help us make our flight,you can help make the bridge for the permanent demolition of the barriers of pride. Start change within the smallest group in society called family and extend to the largest called the International community. May we all be carried all over the globe by the winds of change and be connected by the bridge of understanding.       

       I am a Paper Plane, fly with me.