WhY PrActicE iF NO-OnE’s PErfEct?

Marching came the furious hurricane. As angry as a lion and strong as a tiger. As it terrified our whole town, one by one, with its extreme winds. Going faster than a cheetah, and breaking everything and anything that got on its way. Its evil appearance gave me a chill down my back, a chill that I could never forget. I was petrified as its absolute, deadly winds approached the tiny street I lived in. It was ripping its way through the brick houses, collapsing them as if they were ants. Cars were lifted into the air like feathers and span around. I could hardly believe my gaze, my heart thumping as fast as electricity, and as hard as a giant’s roar. The horrifying hurricane was still advancing at ultimate speeds towards my shocked and panicked body. I was having the most dreadful thoughts. As alarmed as a bee I searched for a place to hide. Some mattresses were my only alternative. The menacing hurricane was so close I could feel the sharp winds trembling the ground below me. ‘I was done for’. But something miraculous occurred abruptly. The hideous hurricane was gone. Right in front of my eyes. Astonishingly it had happened. Right in front of my eyes.

In the movie Fly Away Home, Amy is involved in a journey from New Zealand to Canada, her journey from distrust to love,  and her journey south in the plane. When she first came to Canada, she felt very depressed about the death of her mother and annoyed because she had to live with her dad, who she didn’t know. As time passed, and her journey ended, she had changed. Her personality, I reckon, was different. She had learnt to accept people. She was also a proud and famous girl after her journey. 

I believed that every single person is involved in a journey of their own. I mean, life is a journey, right?