Get what i mean?

Flight of the ethereal dove, with the wind under its  seemingly wings,  brings this bird of fantasy soaring to greater heights. When the time comes for them to fall, they fall hard. While they are to soar, they soar with grace and majesty. Leaving only dust that has settled. To reach greater heights, one has to fall, and also courage, courage to pick themselves up. For without courage we are nothing. The thing that separates people is not space, but  thoughts and differences, limits that we form in our minds, but not to mention our only too human feelings and emotions. For one, we cannot neglect these as we are afterall, only human, but strive not to be dancer.