There is a wasp trapped in the fireplace. I keep watching it bouncing on the glass for two days now.
From my observations, first it got anxious then angry and lastly desperate. The wasp sees the light coming in from the glass and thinks that this is an exit. But it keeps bouncing on the glass.
The light is tricking the wasp that gradually gets tired of trying to escape. But it doesn't give up.
I'm wondering, is this how the human mind reacts when it's trapped or feeling cornered? Is this how we all try to escape reality? By getting tired of trying but at the same time not giving up?
You can never underestimate light. Light can lead you through the shit-whole you found yourself in or it can keep you there waiting for salvation, having the illusion that you nailed your big exit.
We, humans, bounce in the glass of our own prison every time we decide to do something new.
We are the boundaries that we build. We, ourslves, are the barriers of our existence, our capacity of achieving things, our ability to feel emotions.
We will never be free, but only the moment we decide to free our minds.
Finally, I set the wasp free. Wish I can do the same with my mind.
From my observations, first it got anxious then angry and lastly desperate. The wasp sees the light coming in from the glass and thinks that this is an exit. But it keeps bouncing on the glass.
The light is tricking the wasp that gradually gets tired of trying to escape. But it doesn't give up.
I'm wondering, is this how the human mind reacts when it's trapped or feeling cornered? Is this how we all try to escape reality? By getting tired of trying but at the same time not giving up?
You can never underestimate light. Light can lead you through the shit-whole you found yourself in or it can keep you there waiting for salvation, having the illusion that you nailed your big exit.
We, humans, bounce in the glass of our own prison every time we decide to do something new.
We are the boundaries that we build. We, ourslves, are the barriers of our existence, our capacity of achieving things, our ability to feel emotions.
We will never be free, but only the moment we decide to free our minds.
Finally, I set the wasp free. Wish I can do the same with my mind.
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