When a bird sings, she just sings; it matters not if somebody is listening to her. But she sings as if eternity is listening to her. She sings as if she is the best. She sings for the love of singing. Every time she sings, she sings from her core. She requires no invitation to sing and requires no approval for her singing. She sings for the sake of giving and not receiving. And she sings for no one but herself.
But I had my own ways, not like that bird at all. All my songs had an audience, and my singing depended on their listening. I wanted the world to listen and approve. But I was saddened to find very few. So, as it happened, I stopped singing, blaming it on the listeners as if the world is supposed to. One day the bird sang again as usual from her heart and soul. It just occurred to me as if she is inviting me to sing along, and for the first time, I sang without a need for the audience. As I started singing again, I no longer wanted any endorsement. Now my songs are from my soul and not from my mind. I know my songs are good now, as they are not caged by my expectations. The bird in me sings freely and spontaneously now, and this is one of my bird songs!