The flock of birds took to the air. With the wind beneath their wings, they flew with ease through the morning sky. It was a beautiful day, without a cloud in sight. As they continued on their flight some were singing, while others were happily coasting along.
Behind them, at the back of the formation, was a lone bird that began to get weary from the long journey. Although he began to fly slower, none of the others seemed to notice. Eventually all that was carrying him, was the breeze that flowed above the earth below.
Sudden bursts of wind would occasionally knock him down and then a gust of air would lift him back up. But, never was he moving on his own. He was simply floating and with every mile, he fell further and further behind the rest of the flock.
Soon the other birds were so far ahead of him, that all that could be seen of them was a thin line in the sky. As they got further ahead, he began to get discouraged. He started to feel unimportant and without purpose. All the other birds were on a mission, yet he was merely drifting through the air.
He wondered why he should continue to follow them. What was the point? He could go anywhere he wanted and the others wouldn’t notice he was gone. Even if they did, they would soon forget and continue on their merry way.
As he floated along, now miles behind them, he pondered over what to do. Should he regain his strength and quicken his pace until he catches up with them? Or, should he just turn and go wherever the current takes him?
There are always two options in life. The easy route and the hard route. Each will lead to a different destination. But the question is, which destination is best?