There is a bird that lives in a cage inside a nice house. He doesn't lack for anything; he is given everything he needs, except his freedom. He will probably benefit from his imprisonment by living a much longer life than he would otherwise. But this bird is the meanest thing on the planet, except for maybe the two cats who wait day and night for a chance to devour him. The cats aren't mean because they want to eat the bird, they are mean and selfish by their peculiar nature. They only care for each other and that is on a conditional basis. They enjoy their comfy perches, taking advantage of their clean litter box and regular meals without ever giving her any sign of affection. The bird doesn't show her any affection either, but why should he? She has imprisoned him in this cage and exposes him to companions who wish for his demise. Yes, she lets him out of the cage everyday to flit too and fro in the sun room, but he never gets to soar. He has never known anything but the cage and the sun room, but inside of himself he feels that his wings were meant for greater things. His body aches and yearns to find out what it is. So in his frustration, he dives and pecks at her and the cats. His anger seethes inside him every day he is in the cage. He does not love her and probably never will. If I opened the doors and let him outside, he would surely take flight and be gone. It wouldn't matter to him that he knows nothing about finding food or shelter or keeping himself safe from predators. He longs for his freedom. He will give up his life to be able to soar in open skies. The cats on the other hand, if shooed out the door may chase a frog or climb a tree. But when it's time for that regular meal or a nap on the perch they will be crying at the door. Not because they love her, but because they know they have an easy life and wish to keep it. And she, she is giving her life away to things that can never love her. Birds have wings because they were meant to fly. Cats make themselves comfortable because they know how to survive. She was meant to be loved, but love for her is impossible to find. She's looking in the wrong places.
There is a bird that lives in a cage inside a nice house. He doesn't lack for anything; he is given everything he needs, except his freedom. He will probably benefit from his imprisonment by living a much longer life than he would otherwise. But this bird is the meanest thing on the planet, except for maybe the two cats who wait day and night for a chance to devour him. The cats aren't mean because they want to eat the bird, they are mean and selfish by their peculiar nature. They only care for each other and that is on a conditional basis. They enjoy their comfy perches, taking advantage of their clean litter box and regular meals without ever giving her any sign of affection. The bird doesn't show her any affection either, but why should he? She has imprisoned him in this cage and exposes him to companions who wish for his demise. Yes, she lets him out of the cage everyday to flit too and fro in the sun room, but he never gets to soar. He has never known anything but the cage and the sun room, but inside of himself he feels that his wings were meant for greater things. His body aches and yearns to find out what it is. So in his frustration, he dives and pecks at her and the cats. His anger seethes inside him every day he is in the cage. He does not love her and probably never will. If I opened the doors and let him outside, he would surely take flight and be gone. It wouldn't matter to him that he knows nothing about finding food or shelter or keeping himself safe from predators. He longs for his freedom. He will give up his life to be able to soar in open skies. The cats on the other hand, if shooed out the door may chase a frog or climb a tree. But when it's time for that regular meal or a nap on the perch they will be crying at the door. Not because they love her, but because they know they have an easy life and wish to keep it. And she, she is giving her life away to things that can never love her. Birds have wings because they were meant to fly. Cats make themselves comfortable because they know how to survive. She was meant to be loved, but love for her is impossible to find. She's looking in the wrong places.
1 comment:
...very thought-provoking.
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