Are you familiar with the feeling of being stuck? It is as if you’re stuck in a room with a damaged chair, and you try every probable angle to flee, but the chair keeps breaking in new ways. Or when your shoelace is forever untied, and no matter how hard you pull, it won’t stay?
Life is at times like that—you are trapped in a situation, banging your head on the wall repeatedly, wondering how long it’s going to take before you break free. But the thing is, the real pain is not the physical discomfort; it’s the emotional weight of feeling powerless.
Some situations are like cages, heavy with the weight of helplessness. It’s not the bruises nor the broken bones that leave those deep scars, but the burden of the emotional weight of inability to change your circumstances. It’s the despair, the feeling that freedom may be a dream too distant to ever touch. This is a feeling that enshrouds you, like an unshakeable cloud, reminding you of what can’t be controlled.
But what about when the cage opens at last? When, after this interminable hatching of beaks against iron, the door swings wide, all that ecstasy of liberation, nothing else compares.
It’s that instant when you feel you’ve been holding your breath forever, and finally, you can breathe. It’s as if a bird is flying for the first time out of the prison cell after years in there. The weight is lifted.
The world, after ages, feels lighter and more expansive, and suddenly, everything seems possible. Breaking free from the unescapable feels like pure freedom—the kind that fills your chest with a deep, satisfying breath and reminds you that, sometimes, liberation is the best thing in the world.
