We fly in flocks and we're born to do it, but in some cases there comes a moment when we need to figure out if we chose the right flock. Because lately the birds aren't flying next to us, but next to any other bird in the flock. And we're the ones being left behind, the ones who try to understand how that happened and always find an unrealistic explanation for it. Then is when we need to figure it out: was that flock the right one for us or did we just want to belong to it more than we actually did?
We all know we shouldn't change for others so we just have to admit that it's the wrong time and the wrong place for us to be. In the end all that's left is understanding that...
Moving on solo until we find the right flock. That's right. The one that will want us there as much as we want it. Until then, breathe in, breathe out and hope.
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