Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adorned with two perfect wings and with glossy, clolourful marvellous feathers.
In short, he was a creature mad too fly about freely in the sky, brining joy to everyone who saw him.
One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him. She watched his flight, her mouth wide in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with exitement. She invited the bird to fly with her, and the two travelled across the sky in perfect haromony. She admired and venerated and celebrated that bird.
But then she thought: He might want to visit far-off mountains! And she was afraid, afraid that she would never feel the same way about any other bird. An she felt envy, envy for the fird`s ability to fliy.
And she felt alone.
And she thought: „I am going to set a trap. The next time the birds appears, he will never leave again“.
The bird, who was also in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage. She looked at the bird every day. There he was, the object of passion, and she showed him her friends, who said: „Now ou have everything you could possibly want“.
However, a strange transforamtion began to take place: now that she had the bird and no longer needed to woo him, she began to lose interest. The bird, unable to fly and express the true meaning of his life, began to wast away and his feathers to lose their gloss: he grew ugly, and the woman no longer paid him any attention, except by feeding him and cleaning out his cage.
One day, the bird died. The woman felt terrible sad and spent all her time thinking about him. But he did not remember the cage, she thought only of the day wehn she had seen him for the first time, flying contentedly amongst the clouds.
If she had looked more deeply into herself, she would have realised that what had thrilled her about the bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.
Without the bird, her life too lost all meaning, and Death came knocking at her door. „Why have you come? she aked Death“. So that you can fly once more with him across the sky, Death replied. „If you had allowed him to come and go, you would have loved and admired him even more; alas, you now need me in order to find him again“.
– unknown writer-