There once was a cloud who desperately wanted to see what it was like to be on land. He floated every Single day, brushing with its soft underbelly the mountain peaks and sky scrapers, but it never was quite what it wanted. It grew sadder and sadder as time passed for it could only watch the interesting lives that the millions of creatures led down bellow.
One day, the Sky saw that the cloud once again noiselessly watched the world below it, small and sad. It seemed so lost. And so the Sky took pity on it.
"Cloud," the Sky asked,"Would you like to go down to earth?"
"Oh more than ever!" The cloud replied.
"What if you will never be allowed to be a cloud again? Will you still do it? How much do you want this?"
The cloud knew that an opportunity like this would not come again. And yet? To give up being so high and free with not a care in the world? Did it really want that?
"Yes, Sky. I want to go down to earth."
Wordlessly, the Sky began to darken and cloud felt himself grow heavy. He grew larger until all of a sudden, cloud found himself falling.
"Goodbye Sky!" he yelled, his voice thundering.
Sky flashed a wave in response.
"You don't know what the future holds and yet you still chose to take the risk, cloud. And because of that, no matter where you are, you will always be free."
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