I know we all go through those periods, where we feel so lost and confused. So bogged down by our surroundings, those towering barriers coated in sleek barbed wire. And though we yearn to see the sunset, just over the distant hill, we feel that the sunset is not enough for us to sacrifice our current stability. The time is not right, not yet.

Perhaps you don't know exactly what I'm talking about, but I'm sure at some point in our lives we've all felt like the caged little bird. Waiting to stretch their wings.

But have you ever had those days where you wake up and realize that there never was a cage? That the cage was constructed by non other than your own imagination, your fears and insecurities. One would think a sense of great relief would spread throughout me and I would continue on, preparing myself for the next hurdle. Instead, I find myself sitting here, baffled, just thinking about it.

It is neither a good or bad feeling. Not comforting or depressing. One could label it as one of life's "....huh." moments I guess. I'm probably not making much sense. In fact, I'm not sure I quite understand it myself. I guess it's just one of those days where life seems so surreal.