Today is World Migratory Bird Day. From a young age watching flocks of birds rule the sky for over hours has been my major form of enjoyment. First, I was only enchanted in the beauty of their flapping wings and their mesmerizing melodies. Once I understood many forces are acting on it, I begin getting the feeling of astonishment. In spite of all of the gravity and drag with that small body it can produce so much thrust that it can lift itself to be in the place where it can get that bird-eyed view. When I was just pondering about those days, when I sat down not to think about the future but just to stare at the birds fly across from tree to tree. When I was thinking about Migration as a whole, I jotted down my thoughts and this is what I wrote: - When we exit the womb into the world, When we acquire the maturity to identify good over bad, When we adjust our need of food, to the need of money, When we stop dreaming about others and begin planning for ourselves, When we are pull...