Like A Fly Against Glass

There's a fly trying to reach the great outdoors here in my office. He's banging his multi-eyes against the glass, but doesn't realize there's an open window just other side the strip of aluminium keeping him where he is.

Sometimes I feel like that too.

I can see where I want to be, but there's some invisible barrier keeping me away from it. I keep bashing my head against it, hoping that it's just an illusion, that it will simply disappear and let me through. It's exhausting. Sometimes I fall to the windowsill and rest for a bit. Often I can't see the options outside my square of glass.

But there just might be an open window right next to me. All it would take is a move in a different direction, stepping back from my particular pane to see the bigger picture, and finding that gap.