Between us, the summit and I, stand layers of barriers... a window, metal security bars, a yard wall, the neighbor’s house, the forest, and the steep hills leading to the top of the mountain.
When I think on these obstacles, the path seems impossible. But in reality, I only need to open the door, take a different route, and walk toward them.
We construct prisons with countless layers, only to become captives of the worst of the confinement: the ones we build for ourselves.
We need to start thinking differently, to seek freedom in a different way because we are not as confined as we believe; the true prison lies in the illusion of limitation.
