I’ve been thinking about options this week and trying to reach a decision. Then I heard this little story …
The little bird had been in the cage for a very long time. It would sit on it’s perch and look through the window to the great outside world beyond.
It would gaze in awe at the birds flying free outside and wonder how it felt to spread your wings and soar. Sometimes another bird would rest on the sill outside and their eyes would meet. Then the outside bird would fly away and the little caged bird would feel more trapped than ever. But early one morning an opportunity came – the cage door was left ajar and the little bird could see that the window was open too.
His little heart pounded – this was his chance. He thought about how wonderful it would be to fly freely and as high as he wanted to go. He thought about resting on a branch and singing to his hearts content. He wondered what the earth would look like from high above and what it would feel like to soar. He thought about all these things for a very long time and his excitement grew. He thought about these things until the sun set and the moon came up. He could see her outside the window. Oh how she beckoned him. And just as he thought about answering her call the cage door was closed again. The owner had returned.
ral thing to be fearful of death. It’s nature’s way of keeping us alive of course and having a strong survival instinct means our genes get passed down and evolution can carry on doing what it does best.