I often feel like an insect trapped in a bottle. I see where I’m trying to go, I feel capable of getting there, but as soon as I take flight I bump my head into something I cannot see nor understand. Disoriented I flutter around. I panic and lose focus, flying in a frenzy into unseen barriers around me.
I often feel like an angel in an elevator that won’t work. I slam my fists on buttons when I’m frustrated, and my wings become a source of grief to me. I tell myself “You are a magnificent angel, and this world cannot – could not possibly – tether you. You must exalt yourself.” In ecstatic fury I unfurl, but all glory fades when the box will not budge. The space gets smaller, my resolve is shot. Again.
I often feel like a man who could be more. Who needs to be more.
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