I wrestle, struggle, fight through life, every moment.

I try to break free. Yes.

But the truth is, if left to myself, I suddenly don’t feel that urge to prove anything – like a dove trapped in a cage all her life, now set free.

Yep, she is still sitting outside her cage, broken, shattered, not knowing where to go!

You see, I have been a prisoner of my own thoughts all this time.

Now when I do have the chance, I back down. Full of fear and more fear.

Knowingly, unknowingly, over the years, I have sacrificed. Most of us do. Really do!

And my point being?

No matter how angry I get about not having my freedom, not being myself – deep inside, I am comfortable with it.

In reality, I love this cage – it protects me from the elements.

The world outside, it’s full of dangers.