This book taught me that dreams and wings aren’t meant to be clipped. What stayed with me was how Jonathan didn’t wait for permission. He wasn’t trying to prove anything. He just flew because he wanted to know what he was capable of. That quiet kind of courage — the kind that doesn’t shout, doesn’t ask for applause — has always moved me. I’ve returned to this story.

Whenever I’ve felt unsure about my own path. Especially in those moments where something in me wanted more, but everything around me seemed to say, “Stay where you are.” I think about how many times I’ve held back. Not because I couldn’t do something, but because I thought I needed someone else to agree first. To tell me it made sense. To say it was okay to want something different. This book reminded me that maybe I don’t need all that. Maybe wanting something is reason enough to try. That’s not always easy — but it’s honest. And sometimes, that’s where real flight begins.