I've written before about spending most of my life lived in a cage, not knowing that the door was always open and in fact, the cage never existed at all. The concept of a cage extends beyond our self-imposed limitations to labels about other people who are often kept separate from us.
As a young teenager and throughout college, I willingly stepped into the worlds of psychiatric and jail wards, parts of our society that most won't visit unless forced to. I wanted to learn about the people that many choose to forget, to see if I could help them (socialize through tutoring), and experience how different they were for me. Both the schizophrenic and the murderer showed me more kindness, compassion, and genuine connection than I have experienced with most of those outside of societal cages.
The cage, no matter if real or imagined, doesn't define our beautiful soul.
And, oh, how they dreamed of flying out of their cage. Oh, how I dreamed of flying, too, and not outside of it, fly even higher.
Most of us are not institutionalized as described above but in many ways, we are all caged in one form or another.
I hope you will find the way to stop dreaming of your flight from any cage you might find yourself in and instead, find the courage to fly through the open door and into the light.
I will be looking for you in the sky.
Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness. Alejandro Jodorowsky