Most people choose to be parrots. Some, pigeons.
Few dare to be eagles.
Parrots talk too much. They repeat what they hear. They stay in their comfort zone, inside a cage, entertaining others but never choosing their own flight path. Pigeons? They move in flocks, following the crowd, always looking for crumbs, never daring to take on the sky alone.
Eagles are different.
They fly alone at high altitudes, where only the bold dare to go. Small birds don’t bother them, and neither do the distractions of the world below. Eagles choose their own course.
They have long vision—spotting their target from five kilometers away. While others are flapping around in confusion, the eagle locks on, undistracted by the noise or the obstacles in between. It doesn’t change course because of a few clouds.
Eagles are fearless. They never surrender to the size or strength of their prey. If an eagle wants something, it goes for it—whether it’s reclaiming its territory or taking down a challenge twice its size. It doesn’t hesitate. It doesn’t cower. It faces every problem head-on.
And when storms come? Parrots hide. Pigeons scatter.
But the eagle loves the storm. It embraces the wild winds, using them to soar even higher, gliding effortlessly where others struggle. It turns adversity into altitude.
An eagle never scavenges the past. It doesn’t feed on dead things. It kills its own prey—focused only on what’s alive, fresh, and worth pursuing. A pigeon will settle for leftovers. A parrot will wait to be fed. An eagle? It hunts.
Even in its own growth, an eagle prepares. It trains its young by making the nest uncomfortable, forcing them to fly. No easy exits. No pampering. No endless coddling. The only way is up.
And when the eagle grows old, when its feathers weaken and its claws dull, it does what most would never dare—it destroys itself to rebuild itself. It flies to the mountains, breaks its own beak, sheds its weak feathers, and embraces the pain of renewal. It becomes weak to become strong again.
A parrot remains a parrot. A pigeon remains a pigeon.
An eagle chooses to be an eagle—every single day.
So ask yourself—are you repeating the world’s words, scavenging off yesterday, hiding from storms?
Or are you flying alone, facing your prey, and preparing for your next rebirth?