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The Golden Bird.

  • Foto do escritor: Ketty Williams
    Ketty Williams
  • 24 de mar. de 2025
  • 2 min de leitura

Atualizado: 27 de mar. de 2025


"They wore themselves out trying to achieve perfection, and in the end, they lost their wings." - Ketty Williams
"They wore themselves out trying to achieve perfection, and in the end, they lost their wings." - Ketty Williams

In a valley hidden between mountains, there lived a young bird named Ori. He dreamed of having golden feathers, as legends said the most beautiful birds had. Since he was little, he had heard stories that only those with perfect wings were worthy of flying high and being admired.


Ori spent his life trying to transform himself. He compared himself to other birds, analyzed every detail of his wings, and felt ashamed of his simple feathers. He always believed that something was missing, that he needed to be better. When he saw a bird with a long tail, he wished he had one just like it. When he saw another with a melodious song, he felt inadequate.


One day, he heard about a magical lake at the top of the highest mountain. It was said that by diving into it, any bird would become perfect. Determined, Ori decided that he could only be happy when he achieved this ideal.


The climb was difficult. Ori pushed himself beyond his limits, ignoring the exhaustion and pain. His wings, tired, began to lose feathers. His body trembled, but he refused to stop. After all, he needed to be perfect.


When he finally reached the top, he found himself looking out over a crystal-clear lake. His reflection shimmered in the water, and he noticed something strange: there was not a single golden bird around him. Only fallen feathers, scattered across the ground.


It was then that an owl landed beside him and said:


— Many have come here seeking to be something they are not. They have exhausted themselves so much trying to achieve perfection that, in the end, they have lost their wings.


Ori looked down at himself. His feathers were dull, his wings weak. He realized that in trying to be perfect, he had destroyed himself.


With a deep sigh, he walked away from the lake. He decided to climb down the mountain and accept his feathers as they were. For the first time, he flapped his wings without the weight of his heart. And to his surprise, he flew higher than ever before.


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