To me it is a prison.

One of my favorite shows ever  featured two prisoners who realized that they could escape from their prison at any time. They hopped in and out of their cage, delighting in being both inside and outside it. They realized that they’d been inside their own prison.

Most of our prisons are like this. We build them ourselves and haven’t realized we’ve done it. In many cases, the confinement is only in the mind. We build the walls with ideas of what has been before or what we believe to be true. Sometimes the walls of the prison are built out of solid evidence and concrete experience but even when this is so, there is almost always a door and we almost never realize that we have the key.

I have the sense that my current prison has several doors but I have no idea where they are. I bump into a lot of walls looking for them.

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