On the Ledge

He lifted one foot and placed it on the window sill. Then he pulled himself up. Now, he was on the ledge. He stood there, back pressed against the wall.
“I am a failure! No job, no money, no place to call home! “
There was only one thing left to do.
That was when he heard a strange sound.
He looked around him.
There was a nest near his feet. In it, there was a small egg, and it was hatching.
A tiny beak emerged, and then the crack widened. The whole body wriggled out.
The weak, ugly baby bird began dragging itself around the nest.
“What is wrong with me,” he said finally,” if this weak bird can survive in this world, so can I.”
He climbed back in and closed the window behind him.