what is human?

to be able to question even the good things in life.

imagine you are standing on the highest cloud,grey wings,smooth and sparkling like finely course diamonds piercing your shoulder blades.

You are holy and blessed.with a body carved like that of a god,you are without identity nor history.Your existence has just sprung upon the universe like a flower,without purpose or reason not to flourish.

A sharp thud out of nowhere forces balance out of your grasp,you are falling and your wings might as well be useless because their knowledge and use is not known to you yet.

You have fallen,to have reached the ground would you try to use your wings and return to the skies?,if you do then what?.or will you just accept the moment and flourish to the peak of your potential on your knew level(ground)?