To the real Jonathan Seagull, who lives within us all

Watching this Seagull soaring up the sky, the story of "Jonathan Livingston Seagull" came to mind.

 

This novel, written by Richard Bach is one of the perfect stores I have ever read on self perfection and positive thinking.

 

From the book:

 

But way off alone, out by himself beyond boat and shore, Jonathan

Livingston Seagull was practicing. A hundred feet in the sky he lowered

his webbed feet, lifted his beak, and strained to hold a painful hard

twisting curve through his wings. The curve meant that he would fly

slowly, and now he slowed until the wind was a whisper in his face, until

the ocean stood still beneath him. He narrowed his eyes in fierce

concentration, held his breath, forced one... single... more... inch...

of... curve... Then his featliers ruffled, he stalled and fell.

 

Seagulls, as you know, never falter, never stall. To stall in the air

is for them disgrace and it is dishonor.

 

But Jonathan Livingston Seagull, unashamed, stretching his wings

again in that trembling hard curve - slowing, slowing, and stalling once

more - was no ordinary bird.

 

Most gulls don't bother to learn more than the simplest facts of

flight - how to get from shore to food and back again. For most gulls, it

is not flying that matters, but eating. For this gull, though, it was not

eating that mattered, but flight. More than anything else. Jonathan

Livingston Seagull loved to fly.

 

This kind of thinking, he found, is not the way to make one's self

popular with other birds. Even his parents were dismayed as Jonathan spent

whole days alone, making hundreds of low-level glides, experimenting.

 

"The only true law is that which leads to freedom," Jonathan said. "There is no other."

Done