I believe we live life in a cage.
A cage made from the actions we think we should be taking.
And the thoughts we believe we are allowed to have.
With bars made from rules on how to be better. Stronger. Happier. Healthier.
But living in this cage is hard.
Because sometimes it holds us too tight.
And sometimes it breaks us.
But when it happens we don't see the failure of the cage.
We see a failure of ourselves.
So we seek to do better.
We seek new rules. New tactics. New workbooks. New bars for our cage.
Because a shiny new bar feels like progress.
And maybe, just maybe, it might be what we were lacking.
Maybe it does work.
For a while.
But there's still one problem.
We can't force ourselves healthy.
Because that's what leads to failure.
And the failure leads to shame, and shame drives us right back to the search.
The search for new systems, new structures and new ways to control ourselves into being better.
This is the cycle.
And it's functional.
Somewhat.
Maybe along the way we do get healthier.
I'm not saying it doesn't work.
Because sometimes a new approach is enough to get out of a bad habit.
But it won't make us whole.
And it can never set us free.
Because every new rule is just another bar for our cage.
The cage that stops us standing tall as ourselves.
Our messy, failing, self-sabotaging, lazy, lovable self.
The one that deserves to be free.