the bird in its cage is happy. it gets food and water everyday. when it got bored, it would swing on its little perch, tinkle the tiny bells in its cage. the bird is happy.
one day, the bird get let out into the house. now the surroundings are not longer static; she can touch it for herself, she becomes part of the outside world. it enjoyed the freedom, the ability to fly at will to anywhere she wanted. she loved to fly, loved the feel of wind running through her wings. oh! she was happy, very happy outside. everything felt different. even the air smelt fresher, sweeter than the air in the cage.
then one day, it had to be locked back into its cage. it could no longer spread it wings, something which she enjoyed tremendously. now, she can only swing from her lonely perch, watch as the world continued around her. the little bird was very sad. she was no longer contended with what her little cage could give her. she would forgo the food and security the cage provided her with, as long as she could fly freely once. Oh! she longed for the freedom.
the lttle bird was heartbroken, she could not return to her mundane life knowing the world outside in full technicolour.
imagine if you are the bird.
would you rather have never came out of the cage, so you don't bear the pain of what you're missing?
or would you rather have enjoyed the brief freedom, if only to get a taste of the world outside, even though you know you would suffer for it later?
& all along, its only what I thought.
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