Once upon a time, there was an eagle egg atop a very high mountain.
While mommy eagle was away looking for food and twigs for her nest, a very strong wind blew the great big eagle egg.
It then fell on a farm and landed on mommy chicken’s nest.
Mommy chicken was shocked in surprise at the sight of this great big eagle egg. She said, “what fine young chicken this big egg of mine is going to be.”
When the egg hatched, he opened his eyes and saw mommy chicken for the first time, and said, “Hi mommy!” Thus started, his life as a great big chicken.
As our eagle-chicken grew up, he was known as Big Chicken to everyone in the farm. The cows, the goats, the pigs, and even the dogs— literally every animal who lived in the farm—thought of him as a chicken.
He would forage and peck at the earth looking for worms and practice his “Cluck, cluck, cluck a doodle-do!” for when he would take the place of daddy rooster doing alarm clock duty stationed in the barn roof.
Because everyone in the farm knew for a fact that he was a chicken, no one was ever able to see that he was, in fact, an eagle.
Sometime later, when Big Chicken was in his teen years, a stray cat from the city, came to visit the farm and see if she’d love the farm life. They met, exchanged stories, and became friends.
In one of their lazy conversations, a big majestic falcon flew over them, wings spread out in all its glory. Seeing this, Big chicken said, “sometimes I wonder what it’s like to fly like that. But because I’m a chicken I will never be able to fly that high.”
Hearing this, City Cat burst out laughing, “Why do you say that you will never fly like him. Don’t you know that you are a great big eagle? Look at your wings. Wings as big as that are meant for flying high, much higher than that falcon can reach.”
Big chicken paused, thought about it and said, “No, I am Big Chicken. I am meant to take the place of my dad in the barn roof. Nothing more.”
But deep down, he heard a still, small voice, telling him that the Cat could be right. That he could do things nobody else in the farm can.
He asked the dogs, the cows, the pigs, his mom and dad. All of them said one thing. “The Cat is crazy. You’re a chicken. You were born a chicken, you are meant to do what chickens do. And you will die a chicken. That is who you are. That is your purpose.”
You’re a chicken. You were born a chicken, you are meant to do what chickens do. And you will die a chicken. That is who you are. That is your purpose.”
And because all of the animals on the farm were in unison, they thought they were right.
Because they were bigger in number, they thought what they believe matters more. They then asked the cat to leave the farm for injecting insane, stupid, nonsensical ideas and stirring frenzy and chaos in their peaceful farm.
After all, he was just a dumb old cat from the city. He was an outsider who didn’t know what he was talking about.
Friend, do you sometimes feel like big chicken? Do you sometimes feel that you are meant for something much more?
But everyone else tells you that you can only go up to this level?
Listen to that still small voice inside of you. You are meant to do great things! You are meant to fly high. Don’t let worry, fear, and doubt tell you what to do. You know better.
Listen to what’s inside of you. Listen to your heart. Do great things and fly!