sparrows (random)

there’s an old African legend about sparrows i’d like to share with you…for those that still see this and are updated in my life, i think you’ll understand.

 

    Long before the civilization of humanity and the founding of our own beliefs, there lived a flock of sparrows just off the southern tip of the African continent. Every year, over 200 sparrows die in this region. They’re overwhelmed with the need for new life. Every day, for just over one hundred years, the birds would fly north, towards the center of the monstorous land mass. They searched, each and everyday, for a better climate, perfect vegetation, and life. 

    They would branch into groups, flying this way and that, searching and longing for the perfect home. However, one by one the birds began to give up on such a pursuit and just became satisfied with the southern African environment. Out of the flock of 24,108 male sparrows, only 6 stayed consistent in the dream of the home worth flying for. 

    These few all split up, day by day, and came back at the same time to share their findings. One was very persistent on the vegetation just into the borders of Zambia, he was determined to live there, and so he did. Soon into his oasis, him and his family were eaten by the jaguars. Two others, partnered in their daily flights, were very convinced the weather in Kenya was exactly what they needed. Two weeks later, their families moved there. That night, all 7 of those sparrows were eaten alive by the giant ants. Two more sparrows only flew for 10 minutes and found the ideal nesting site, located on the southern border of Botswana. Three weeks later, the two sparrows died of dehydration and starvation. After such tragedy, there was only one remaining flyer. The tribes of current African cultures refer to this sparrow as that of the Lion Bird. 

     The Lion Bird fought threw all three destinations and was not pleased with any of them, however; he survived. He was looking for the perfect combination of all of them, dangers included, for the Lion Bird wanted life, not comfort. He then returned to where his first flight as a young bird had taken him. Just into the borders of Rwanda there wasn’t the perfect vegetation, nor the perfect climate…but there, the fighting Sparrow found waters of hope and promises of true abundant life. The Lion Bird learned one lesson from such a hard, humiliating life. A simple lesson that sounds quite obvious, but so often it is discarded. 

“Stay true to what is true if you’re truly pursuing truth.”