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  • There was once a beautiful Blue Bird, he flew and sang near the brook and valleys but he longed to fly to the otherside of the mountain, to discover what might be lying beyond the reaches of the valley, whose trails he knew all too well. The other blue birds always warned him not to go beyond, they were all scared and thought a big monster lived at the edge of the mountain who set traps in the air to bring them down.

    But BB felt restless as the days went by, until one day as the beautiful dawn was approaching from beyond the mountain, he broke from his friends and went flying right across. He took a huge risk but his heart was fluttering faster than his wings were beating. He was excited beyond fear. He came across some rough weather at the top, some sleet and rain and thunder but he rested in between the rocks and the grass. He flew up again as the storm cleared and he couldn't believe he had crossed that mountain and was on the other side.

    Wow, he felt great! He had made it! Now time to explore. He went down the valley looking for the treasures and wonders that awaited him. He began to recognise how familiar the trees looked and then he saw the brook and the springs, they were a little bit different in their course but they were very silimar in the way they constantly flowed. Then he came across another bunch of Blue Birds, who were looking at him in bewilderment. They were completely blue unlike him with his brown chest but they had smilar beaks and eyes and were fairly the same size.

    One approached him cautiously. "Helloo, you are not from round here, have you come from the other side?"
    "Yes! "

    "Wow! But didn't you find the Monster on the Mountain!? How did you escape him?!"

    " I didn't actually, perhaps he was sleeping, or away but I saw no monster". So they too had feared the Monster he thought, how similar we are, though we are different.

    "Wow". Isn't it amazing on the other side? or are there more monsters there?!, tell us, tell us!!"

    "Yes it is amazing! The brook and meadows are sweet smelling, the water gushes along the rocks. And really there are no such monsters that you imagine".

    "Ohhh..wooow, really, and what treasures can you find amongst the trees?!"

    He suddenly remembered all his friends and the way they all went exploring the trees and bushes. He felt a pang of heartache as he had left them all behind. "Well, there are many beautiful flowers, fruit and berries and many delicous insects to feast"

    "Wonderful! Come and join us and tell us more!" Most of them treated him with much respect and reverence, except a few suspicious of his dual tone feathers and credentials, but he soon began to miss his nest and his old friends, although he had made some great new ones here.

    He realised that they had the same curiousity as he once did. And although this land was good and beautiful, it was different slightly, yet similar also. He said, "The land beyond the mountains is great, it is different in some ways but it is as nice as here; it is home for me, like this is home for you"

    After a few days, he finally decided it was time to head home. "You are welcome to join me as I once again go across my friends, you will discover a new place and if you like it you may stay or you can once again return."

    Some of the adventurous completely blue Blue Birds agreed to come with him. Some were still afraid of the mythic monster and politely declined. One on the other hand said: "But I find the valley and the brook to be beautiful here, I see the sweetness in my children's eyes, I do not see how I would be better off on the other side".

    BB realised that there was wisdom in what this blue bird said. He thought, true, contentment is what you believe it to be, after all, in your own eyes, some search deeper and longer, some travel wider paths. But in the end, contentment lies when the searching has stopped. BB smiled and bid farewell to them.

    A couple of them followed him across and he thought it was good that he had come across the mountain, he had made new friends. He had conquered the myth of the monster but most of all, he had realised how beautiful his side of the mountain was and how things were different but same in so many ways on both sides. Something he suspected that his new friends would soon realise too. But he knew they had to discover this for themselves. The best thing of course was that now the channels were open and they were more fearless about the supposed monster on the mountain.

    So as he flew, he looked forward to visiting both old and new friends, while snuggling in his own nest, knowing that there was nothing he was really missing in this world. True that he had to become fearless and brave the storms to fly across the mountain to rediscover this, while some wise ones already knew this to be true. But definitely the journey across was worth it to him. It had helped him be brave and unbounded, and at the same time, he saw and appreciated what he had already got back home.

    (Image source: Kathryn Mann-:
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