Being a High Flier

Red Kite

Red Kite © 2004 Michael Jenkins

 

I’m a high flier

Yet I know when to descend

And I do – quickly

I apologize for the photo being somewhat grainy. I scanned it from a photo, some years ago, when scanning hardware and software were not what they are, today. I also had the problem of tracking its flight path with an entry level camera. Still, I’m happy that I managed to get this level of clarity.

There are many people who pride themselves on their high flying positions. Sadly, they don’t seem to acknowledge that at some time they are likely to have to come down.

Like all predatory birds, the Red Kite knows the right time to descend; and it does so with amazing speed because it knows that its life depends on it.

What a pity that people in senior positions cannot absorb that mind-set. Maybe it would save them from a lot of health problems.

Life is not about how high a position you can achieve, but about keeping your feet firmly planted in reality. Failure to do this could mean, not a controlled descent, but a crash landing.

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2 thoughts on “Being a High Flier

  1. It’s a lesson I learnt the hard way at too young an age. Success and achievement are one thing running on octane and forgetting to take time out to service and re-fuel well you burn out the engine don’t you.
    The time it takes to repair that kind of damage compared to the time it takes to approach life in a balanced way and listen to the ebb and flow of time and nature cannot be compared.
    Take the time, keep moving in the direction that you want but make sure you’re not leaving everything else in your life behind you in the pursuit of it.

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