Fly.

They say that bumblebees are not physically supposed to fly.The wing span on a bumblebee is aerodynamically not big enough to support its body, making it impossible to fly. But yet, every day we see bumblebees around us; pollinating the earth, spreading beauty.

Although the doubters, critics and scientists say it’s impossible, the bumblebee flies away proudly, buzzing from one blossoming flower to another, sucking sweet nectar; doing its part in the beautiful circle of life, making the world a touch more colorful with every flap of its wings.

I am the bumblebee.

I do things despite what everyone thinks I am capable of.

I am done doubting myself; I am ready to take off.

I don't know what took myself so long to realize this. Why I was consistently bringing myself down; not seeing how I bring color to those around me. They always saw my potential, how strong I truly am. I finally see it, I am flying.

Maybe I have reached heights I never thought I could.

Maybe I have done things I never thought I'd be able to do by now.

Maybe I have accomplished incredible things no one thought I could.

"It is never too late to be what you might have been."

-George Eliot

I am going to do what I was put on this earth to do, just like those bumblebees. I am going to be a necessary part of the circle of life, making the world a little more beautiful with what I do and the life I live. 

Flap your wings, those tiny yet strong wings. 

Make due of whatever "little" you have. Make due of whatever the heavens may have gifted you with; your talent, your skills, your creativity, your wit, the passion in your heart. They may appear weak to the doubters' and the naysayers' eyes, but to me and those who love you; its everything... they are your wings. 

Use them.

Flap your mediocre and feeble looking tiny wings anyway.

Prove the doubters wrong.

Make the impossible happen.

Believe in yourself and anything is possible. 

Just be.

Just do.

Just fly.