The day when it snaps - Baby birdie poor birdie

How often will one get all snap out? Guess it depends on how well one handles his/her emotions and mind, while drawing a line between work, life and emotions. The challenge comes when everything just "BOM!" down on you. As lost and helpless you are, as tired and out of control you are, as max out as your mind can be, and when only you yourself know these, ALLL have to be swollowed down your stomach. It had snapped. But what can you do other than continue to walk on the invisible wire..or drag yourself across after falling 350 feets down?

Imagine a nestful of baby birdies high up on a tree. Father birdie feeds them, keep them warm...until they grow strong enough to start flying. They want them to be safe and strong. Step by step, day by day, birdies grow up but still too weak to carry their own weight. Some remain in the cosy nest for themselves to grow stronger. Some just nua and wait for food to be brought. Some pop their heads out, "WAH!" but are too frighten to step out. Some stare up into the sky and wonder when will they ever fly, but still remain where they are...still wondering. One brave birdie wana be hero and so it goes..."Come on!!see what i can do!"----> "BOM!" there it is, 350 feet down, dying a stupid death. All the rest of the birdies, now even more frightened out, stood where they are and even more reluntant to move. Another baby birdie looks up the sky, wondering how it feels like to be up there...it made its first step... "Not another stupid bird!" and every birdie laughs at it. "BAHAHAHA!!!Idiotic bird!!ARE YOU DUMB or smtg?! do you wana fall to your death!? STUPID!!Come on!! JUST JUMP! im SURE you CAN fly! hahahah!"
Baby birdie step back, and retreat back to the cosy but crowded, nestful of laughter. Day by day, father birdie continue to feed them food, keep them warm..baby birdie still wonders. And one fine day, baby birdie make its heavy first step again, this time, father birdie is around. It peck and shove baby birdie into the nest, scolding it for not being obedient, not listening to advise, and being impulsive. Baby birdie is injured from the harsh pecking. There it goes, day by day, night by night...baby birdie stopped doing 'stupid tgs', but that doesnt mean it had stopped wondering how it feels like up there....

Injured, insulted, weary and weak...little birdie wonder where can it muster the strength to make the first step, again. Baby birdie knows that it has not grown strong enough to fly, nor has it learn to fly. Baby birdie knows that no1 is gg to feed it with food every morning and keep it warm from harsh weather. Baby birdie also knows that it might end a stupid death just like the stupid bird, and be yet another legendary laughing stock. But baby birdie couldnt stop wondering, couldnt stop popping its head out of the nest. Baby birdie's suppressed impulsiveness, desires and wants keep nagging. There is this LOUD voice shouting at it to COOL DOWN! LISTEN! PATIENCE!!. Yet another small little voice somewhere is whispering come on...you'll nv know until you try...are you sure you wana wait? do you wana stay here forever and be fed and safe?

WAIT. can 1 voice talk at 1 time!? Baby birdie is confused, tired out, and have had enough..
so it goes again...day by day, night by night. Weary birdie stare blankly into the sky..
It forgot that it have wings. And it belongs to baby birdie..