I witnessed a moth attempting escape from my cell overnight. I wanted to help the moth out, but the slim window was one solid slate of tempered glass; designed to never open, nor break. I could not take the creature outside the building; For I too, was locked within the very same cell. The only outlet for it, that I could reveal, was a half-inch gape under the locked steel door to the dark chamber beyond. From there what would he do? Nothing more to guide him and no light to appeal. There were still 3 more doors of this obstruction type before reaching the air of natures freedom. Even to be finally free… Would the light he desired “burn” or lure one as victim of prey to the predators of the world? Instead, it died trying through the shortest distance “seen”; Giving up life for not knowing better.
Now, the moral of this (reflecting in my opinion) comes as follows:
How have I found MYSELF behind so many obstacles? Am I seeking my goals in a false hope? Am I being guided by and to and unsafe illusion? Where is “true” help, IF any possible? Will I ever make it to the other side of the glass or am I so institutionalized that I should accustom myself within and not beat myself trying to get “what”?
What about YOU?