What if it wasn’t a cage?
What if it was a cocoon?
Maybe, being imprisoned in our homes, being made redundant from our own lives, was exactly the environment we needed in which to grow.
They say that change feels like loss.
They say that the most beautiful flowers grow in the deepest mud.
They say that the darkest moment of night occurs right before dawn.
So, if you’re feeling like you just can’t take anymore of what this year has to give, perhaps it’s time to change our perspective.
Maybe it wasn’t a cage and maybe, just maybe, you’re beginning to break away at the edges of your cocoon.
I see a new version of you breaking out.
And it’s a beautiful sight to behold.
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