One step, one movement, one nervous flatulence, off I pop.

Eric had been well-fed. Cared for and adored. Some might say, spoiled. Now, Eric was faced with reality. Before this day, he had never looked further than the ground he was sitting on. Never ventured beyond the edges, never even wondered what might be there. Food, care, love. All was a given, he didn’t know it any better.

There are some days that change one’s life. And on most of these days, you will wake up just the same way you did yesterday. You probably will not see it coming, and it might be the very hand that fed you, which will lead you to the edge. At least, in Eric’s case.

This very hand decided that today, Eric would see what is beyond. The form and shape of this hand is very different for Eric than it would be for you or me. It might even be your own, maybe you’re lucky enough.

Eric stood on the edge of the nest. He understood that there would not be any more food dropping from the skies into the nest. He was hesitant, but eager. Nervously, he crouched to the very edge and for the first time, he saw the abyss. The endless sky, the vastness of everything. His legs trembled.

“How could I not see the edge?”

He stepped forward, spread his wings, he plunged down. Eagerly.