Are We Afraid Of Being Free?
Once upon a time, a man wandered aimlessly in a bustling city. He was the kind of man whose life had everything anyone may ever ask for — a luxury high-rise apartment, a fancy car, a corner office — yet he was still confused, uncertain of what to do. His journey took him to a strange village where he encountered a wise woman who talked in riddles and metaphors.
“You are a bird with clipped wings,” she said. “Nothing stops you from flying, but you’re terrified to spread your wings and take off.”
Her words puzzled the man but intrigued him at the same time. “What can I do to learn to fly?” he asked. An enigmatic smile spread across the woman’s face. “Take a stand against your fears and face them head-on. Once you do, you will soar and discover the world from above.” As the man left, he was filled with curiosity. Fearlessly, he traversed uncharted territory, mingled with the unusual, and plunged into the arcane. This made his wings stretch and grow stronger.
And now the man is standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to fly.
The man stands poised on the precipice, his heart aflutter with excitement and anticipation. His eyes squint as he stares at the sheer rock face, where raging waves crash into sharp boulders. A euphoric rush of adrenaline courses through his veins as he inhales deeply, filling his lungs with salty sea air. His wings spread wide, gleaming in the sunshine. They are powerful, majestic, and fully grown, no longer clipped by the shackles of doubt and insecurity. Flexing his muscles, he feels his body pulsating with strength and vitality.
With a brave cry, he plunges into the fray as a fearless warrior. Suddenly, he feels weightless, suspended in the air, suspended between earth and sky, suspended between past and future. As he surges forward, his wings catch the wind, and he soars into heaven. As he floats and swoops, he revels in the thrill of flight. The wind rushes past him, the sun beats down upon him, and the world stretches open before him like an infinite canvas.
Dips and dives, the rush of air in his feathers, the buzz of freedom in his heart. The mountains rise to meet him, the forests entice him to explore their mysteries, and rivers wind their way through verdant valleys. He is alive, truly alive, more alive than ever before. The city maze no longer eludes him, and he is no longer adrift in a sea of conformity. He has unveiled the genuine essence of his being and the authentic dwelling of his spirit.
A sense of wonder overtook him as he glided onto the mountaintop. The wind whispered secrets to his feathers, and the sun’s warmth caressed his skin. His eyes were drawn to the vast expanse full of beauty and mystery, beckoning him to explore it and discover what treasures might be inside. For he had learned that one does not unlock life’s mysteries by possessing things or holding titles. Instead, it lies in the courage to face fears and take off into the unknown. He had become the hero of his fable, and the world was his playground. The sky gave him a sense of clarity, as if he had finally found his place in the universe. As he took a deep breath and savored the moment, he was convinced his wings would carry him anywhere he wanted to be.
Are we afraid of being free?
