Chasing Horizons with Migratory Birds Each autumn, the sky fills with motion. Birds lift from their nests and rise into the open air, tracing ancient routes across the world. They leave behind familiar forests and fields, not out of choice, but because the rhythm of survival calls them forward. Guided by instinct, by stars, and by something deeper that even they may not understand, they chase warmth, sustenance, and the promise of renewal. Their journey is long and often perilous, yet each wingbeat carries a quiet determination — a faith that beyond the clouds and wind, life awaits. I often watch them and wonder if they ever feel what we do — the ache of leaving, the thrill of reaching, the uncertainty of what lies ahead. In their flight, I see my own story reflected. Like them, I left behind the comfort of home — the language that once shaped my thoughts, the familiar rhythm of my surroundings, and the people who grounded me. I embarked on my own migration, not for survival, but f...