If you put a buzzard in a pen that is 6 feet by 8 feet and is
entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of its ability to fly, will be
an absolute prisoner. The reason is that a buzzard always begins a
flight from the ground with a run of 10 to 12 feet. Without space to run,
as is its habit, it will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a
prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.
The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkably nimble
creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on
the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and,
no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which
it can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a
A bumble bee, if dropped into an open tumbler, will be there until
it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at
the top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides
near the bottom. It will seek a way where none exists, until it
completely destroys itself.
In many ways, we are like the buzzard, the bat, and the bumble bee.
We struggle about with all our problems and frustrations, never
realizing that all we have to do is look up.
Sorrow looks back, worry looks around, but faith looks up.
Live Simply, Love Generously, Care Deeply, Speak Kindly
Good words to put into action, eh?
Thanks Barb C.