it is not about popularity.
this is not about it. It is about flying and
the love of flying.
in the middle of the air into the high skies.
there is no need of an applause.
so soar my friend. soar, soar. when you are up
there savor the feelings of those gods
and demigods.
if you think you are popular, as you really are,
it does not make me sad either.
what makes you happy is my happiness too.
keep going. soar high. transcend the barriers of fame.
jump over the fences of popularity. Get the high of
this traverses. The greatness of our achievements
lies in our silence.
applause is noise.
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