What if no one in the world could glide like you? What if you could walk to the edge of the cliffs of mohr, smirk at the intimidating drop, and then dive head first, knowing with 100% certainty that the winds would carry you to the direction of your choice?
But what if you werent at the cliffs, and instead, you had to flap those wings before you could glide?
You'd have to flap those wings again and again, and again and again... mighty hard my friend, because you know what?
You reap what you sow.