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Warning: this is rather 'deep', and if I managed to carry over my feelings the way I tried to, you may have trouble getting this out of your mind if you're like me. I don't think I can explain the situation the way it is, thus I used symbolism. Advice is absolutely welcome. What do you think about the story below?

"Ah, blue jay, my friend. I haven't seen you for quite some time, where have you been?"
"You would be right, I haven't been in the sky lately, nor will I ever be again. It just feels much better this way."
"Why? I've seen how much you enjoyed flight, why would you choose to never do it again?"
"Indeed, I did enjoy flight back then, but I came to realise that it's bad, it's a trick. I learned from the birds of old, who didn't fly either. I won't fall for it again."
"How can you tell flying is bad? It doesn't hurt anyone, it allows you to let go of the world for a moment, it allows you to be free of worries, even if only for a short amount of time."
"That's what they want you to think, but it's bad. It means you're being lured into their trap."
"Whose trap? What trap?"
"The trap of those who are against the birds of old."
"I don't know what birds of old you mean, the birds of old have long disappeared, we don't even know if they even existed at all."
"They are still here, I embraced their message. I follow them now."
"Why would you give up your freedom? How do you know this is right?"
"I'm feeling more free than I ever have before."
"How? How can you feel so free if you're denying your ability to take flight?"
"Flying is evil, so the birds of old say."
"But I'm still flying, does that make me evil?"
"No, you can't help that you're being lured into the trap. You are still lovely."
"How do you feel about me flying?"
"I'm disappointed that you're still flying. I still love you though."

I don't know what to feel, I'm utterly confused. How can he still love me if he believes that the one thing I love most is evil? How can he have changed so fast? How can he believe something that may not even exist, that may not even be real? I do not understand. I'm upset, mostly at myself for not understanding, but I'm upset and so very confused. Where is the blue jay I used to know? We did not have so much in common, but we could enjoy flying together. Now he believes flight is evil, and he will never fly again. Why? But he is happy with his choice, shouldn't I be happy for him? I wish I could be, but I just can't. It doesn't feel right. Not right at all. It feels wrong all over. I want the old blue jay to return, I want him to say he wasn't that serious about it, I want him to say he maybe doesn't mind flying as long as he can still see the ground, but he will never fly again. I don't understand. It hurts in a strange way, a kind of pain that I know doesn't have to be there. I need not feel hurt right now, I should not feel this pain, but I'm not one to deny what I feel. I need to understand.

"Please, how can you know the birds of old are the ones you should believe?"
"I have grown up with my family telling me about the birds of old, but it wasn't until recently that I realised how real all of it was, when the birds of old themselves made me feel it was the right thing."
"I know the stories, but I do not believe them to be real. Please don't let a story take away what you love."
"I don't love it anymore."

Not knowing what to answer, or what else I could ask, I flew away from him, trying to process what he had told me. How could he believe, without doubt, in a story? This thought confused me and saddened me, but I could also feel a hint of anger. I didn't want to be angry. He is happy with the choice he made, I am happy with the life I have, so why do I feel angry? Whenever someone mentioned the story of the birds of old after that, I couldn't help but to feel that very same anger. I'm strong enough to suppress it, but I cannot deny what I feel. If I'm caught off guard, it could turn me into something I don't want to be. I just don't understand, and no matter how I ask the blue jay, he can't explain it to me in a way I can understand. Should I leave him down there forever? Forget about him? I'm not sure if I can with my questions unanswered, but he can't answer them anyway. Should I try to take him into the skies again? Try to drag him into what he believes, what he insists is evil? Neither option feels right. Should I really be so worried about this? Is this doubt worth my energy? Am I not making a problem where there is none? It would have been better if this had not happened at all, but there is no turning back time... time, perhaps the only one able to heal my internal wounds caused by this confusion.

Description
Warning: this is rather 'deep', and if I managed to carry over my feelings the way I tried to, you may have trouble getting this out of your mind if you're like me. I don't think I can explain the situation the way it is, thus I used symbolism. Advice is absolutely welcome. What do you think about the story below?

"Ah, blue jay, my friend. I haven't seen you for quite some time, where have you been?"
"You would be right, I haven't been in the sky lately, nor will I ever be again. It just feels much better this way."
"Why? I've seen how much you enjoyed flight, why would you choose to never do it again?"
"Indeed, I did enjoy flight back then, but I came to realise that it's bad, it's a trick. I learned from the birds of old, who didn't fly either. I won't fall for it again."
"How can you tell flying is bad? It doesn't hurt anyone, it allows you to let go of the world for a moment, it allows you to be free of worries, even if only for a short amount of time."
"That's what they want you to think, but it's bad. It means you're being lured into their trap."
"Whose trap? What trap?"
"The trap of those who are against the birds of old."
"I don't know what birds of old you mean, the birds of old have long disappeared, we don't even know if they even existed at all."
"They are still here, I embraced their message. I follow them now."
"Why would you give up your freedom? How do you know this is right?"
"I'm feeling more free than I ever have before."
"How? How can you feel so free if you're denying your ability to take flight?"
"Flying is evil, so the birds of old say."
"But I'm still flying, does that make me evil?"
"No, you can't help that you're being lured into the trap. You are still lovely."
"How do you feel about me flying?"
"I'm disappointed that you're still flying. I still love you though."

I don't know what to feel, I'm utterly confused. How can he still love me if he believes that the one thing I love most is evil? How can he have changed so fast? How can he believe something that may not even exist, that may not even be real? I do not understand. I'm upset, mostly at myself for not understanding, but I'm upset and so very confused. Where is the blue jay I used to know? We did not have so much in common, but we could enjoy flying together. Now he believes flight is evil, and he will never fly again. Why? But he is happy with his choice, shouldn't I be happy for him? I wish I could be, but I just can't. It doesn't feel right. Not right at all. It feels wrong all over. I want the old blue jay to return, I want him to say he wasn't that serious about it, I want him to say he maybe doesn't mind flying as long as he can still see the ground, but he will never fly again. I don't understand. It hurts in a strange way, a kind of pain that I know doesn't have to be there. I need not feel hurt right now, I should not feel this pain, but I'm not one to deny what I feel. I need to understand.

"Please, how can you know the birds of old are the ones you should believe?"
"I have grown up with my family telling me about the birds of old, but it wasn't until recently that I realised how real all of it was, when the birds of old themselves made me feel it was the right thing."
"I know the stories, but I do not believe them to be real. Please don't let a story take away what you love."
"I don't love it anymore."

Not knowing what to answer, or what else I could ask, I flew away from him, trying to process what he had told me. How could he believe, without doubt, in a story? This thought confused me and saddened me, but I could also feel a hint of anger. I didn't want to be angry. He is happy with the choice he made, I am happy with the life I have, so why do I feel angry? Whenever someone mentioned the story of the birds of old after that, I couldn't help but to feel that very same anger. I'm strong enough to suppress it, but I cannot deny what I feel. If I'm caught off guard, it could turn me into something I don't want to be. I just don't understand, and no matter how I ask the blue jay, he can't explain it to me in a way I can understand. Should I leave him down there forever? Forget about him? I'm not sure if I can with my questions unanswered, but he can't answer them anyway. Should I try to take him into the skies again? Try to drag him into what he believes, what he insists is evil? Neither option feels right. Should I really be so worried about this? Is this doubt worth my energy? Am I not making a problem where there is none? It would have been better if this had not happened at all, but there is no turning back time... time, perhaps the only one able to heal my internal wounds caused by this confusion.