You've all seen the three legged dog thats incredibly strong, or the paraplegic man whose arms defy every known law of humanity in their massive size. Why is it that a deficiency causes immense strength? It's because they must overcome their adversity and work 2X as hard.
Ive been called many things: loser, waste of time, waste of a soul, pompous, arrogant, self centered, egotistical, ignorant. I got plenty more. And while many attempt to name me, they ALL fail to see what I am. I was perfect once. Before my creator placed me my womb for 9 months, I was a perfect thought. Sinless, without fault. But as humans are, I have shamed myself, sinful...a corrupted angel, if you will. My father is perfect, my advocate is perfect...me? I strive to be. My enemy, he has fallen, corrupt, destroyed, flightless. After all, a bird without wings cannot fly, and is a flightless bird really a bird? Yes. But his purpose has been changed. He will no longer fly, no longer migrate, HE is stuck here on earth, stuck with a new purpose: to catch me off guard. But I? I am not completely flightless. While, yes, I have been corrupted, I have not fallen. A fall is defined as a complete loss of balance, i have stumbled at most. For my balance (read: God) has never left me. At worst, I have been stripped of a wing. How cliche, a one-winged angel. But without that other wing, the remnant wing has grown strong, strong enough to make lift, strong enough to support me, strong enough to leave behind this abyss known as earth. So while a one-winged angel will learn to fly after the rest who have not lost their wings, while the wing will have to support more than any other wings, while the wing may grow tired...is not that single wing stronger than the rest?....I am arrogant, I am pompous, I am all those things. I am corrupt. But I am stronger. But....theres always a but, I have something most don't. I still maintain my one wing. It grows with every passing day. Its feathers shine, the muscles build. And one day very soon, there will come a day where you WILL see me. That one-winged angel. The dog that's overcome its handicap. The paraplegic man who can crush you with his pinky. The bird that was never supposed to fly will take to the skies. And i can promise you when that day comes, MY wing will unfold and take me to soar over you. Have no doubt about that. My day will come again. I screwed up before, but next time will be different. It is strong enough. It is willing to take me. It is here, waiting. Waiting for its second chance, its second turn...its second coming.
