A story about a mouse and a bird in a cage.
There is a bird in a cage. It can reach its head out of the bars far enough to peck away at the wood of the door. After year’s of pecking it has finally broken through the wood and is free to escape. As the bird leaves its cage it realizes that it no longer remembers how to fly and falls to its death.
There is another cage with a mouse in it. One side of the cage has no bars, just a ledge. The mouse can’t see how far below the ground is and is afraid to jump. After year’s of living in fear of making the leap of faith the mouse dies in its cage.
This story came to me in a dream a couple nights ago. I find this story to be one of the most interesting that I have documented at Dream Feedr. I feel sorry for both the bird and the mouse and can relate both situations.
It isn’t that much of a stretch to see our lives as a constant struggle to escape our cages. Sometimes our cages are comfortable, like the mouse’s, and we would rather endure the discomfort than take the risk of jumping into the unknown. Other times we strain our necks and toil for years for something better only to find that things outside our cage are the same or worse than life in the cage.
Do you see yourself as the mouse or the bird in this parable?
