The desire to be someone else
Over time, the crow began to doubt himself. He started to see his shadow not as a natural part of himself, but as a burden. He dreamed of having the dove’s soft wings, her light, her song. And then, he made a decision that would mark his life: he would try to be like her.
From that day on, he stopped soaring into the air with force. He flew low and slow, mimicking the gentle movements of the dove. He preened his feathers again and again, searching for a gleam his black plumage couldn’t reflect. He tried to sing like her, but his deep voice cracked. He struggled to smile with his eyes, but inside he felt empty.
And the most painful thing was realizing that, despite all those efforts, nobody noticed. Nobody celebrated. Nobody saw it.
