When was the last time you felt free?
Last weekend I was in a field, it seemed endless. My feet were bare and the trees were starting to change. In that moment nothing seemed to matter but the thoughts in my head and the dreams in my heart. Or maybe it was this morning; as I read a book unlike other books. The text soothes my soul and the love it speaks of seems to be my own. What a wonderful feeling as I read chapters that brings about the deepest contentment. Moments like these, I feel free.
Today, I sit and ponder the birds. They are unpredictable; which most of the time frightens me when they are close, but from afar they carry a reminder of freedom. Oh, for the sky to be my highway and the trees to be my jungle jim.
I watch them dance and chirp, like they were created to. It’s as though they are created to remind me that I am free. Free from opinions, from the cares of the world, they remind me to do what I do and let everyone watch and be challenged by my freedom. Like the birds challenge me.
I have realized that I often create my own cage, I consistently hate it.
The door is wide open but I sit inside defeated, as though it is sealed shut.
I am boundless but act bound.
Sometimes I envy the birds.
When was the last time you felt free? Do you seek freedom as though it’s already yours or do you like me at times sit in a cage with the door open?
One ounce of courage tears down even the highest of walls, one swift movement and you are OUT. You are free to be what you’re created to be, and do what you were created to do.
“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.” ―E.E. Cummings