一个关于自由的小故事

Once there was a bird who lived in a cage. It believed that someday, it would fly away.

“These walls are funny. First you hate ’em. Then you get used to ’em. Enough time passes — you get so you depend on them. That’s institutionalized.”

There’s an old rhyme: one goose flew west, one flew east, and one flew over the cuckoo’s nest. But cuckoos never build nests — so the third was flying toward a place that doesn’t exist. They called it a fool. It had simply chosen its own way.

Then, one day —

“…the excitement only a free man can feel — a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain.”

May you walk your own path — even toward a direction no one has flown yet. Don’t be afraid: whatever you choose, I will always be right behind you.

Someday — for real.

在那之前，愿你的羽毛一直闪亮。Until then: keep your feathers bright.

你回来了。天空，记得你写下的话。You came back. The sky remembers what you wrote.