The thing I am most aware of is my limits. And this is natural; for I never, or almost never, occupy the middle of my cage; my whole being surges toward the bars. (anonymous)

What does this really mean? I know the cage represents a metaphor....but is it really?

Although I'd like to believe I surge toward the bars, I sometimes miss. But even missing the bars has created growth. Realistically, the only limits I own are the one's I (myself) create. I realized that for the first time at the end of my freshman year in college. I clearly remember regretting the limited amount of schools to which I applied, the GPA I settled for, studying English rather than the Arts... and not polishing my french long enough to travel abroad. All of these things were options, but I was occupying the middle of my cage.

what-was-i-thinking?

After a rash of discomfort, I started moving closer to the bars (the caged ones, not the liquid ones) lol.... I took every french class offered - even participated in a french play, I joined a group called 'InterNAT' which met every Wednesday and spoke nothing but FRENCH, I took modern dance as an elective, writing as a passion, and tried like hell to find summer jobs in any other state but my own! Talk about surging toward the bars...by this time it had become a way of survival...a sort of a pinch me I'm alive kinda thing. Even now I don't always get it right,
but I absolutely get the picture!
(kw)