I meet a cat on my travels. It gives away its otherwise covert locale.
The bell is its anchor tying it to this human world. If only it had the deftness to remove that cumbersome collar. But, of course, it can’t. It’s accorded intelligent design is apt for other splendiferous gifts.
With us, we too are hemmed in by our “collars.”
Whether these are drink, a drug, food, a toy, sex, trinkets, gambling, other people or time, or even something else entirely, matters little. We are hemmed in, controlled as it were. And it leads to all manner of discontentment.
Are these unsafe anchors our habits, or is it something else decidedly more sinister, and perhaps linked intrinsically with the shape of our very identities?
It’s your skill and your domain and also your bell. Can you develop your dexterity and approach freedom?
© 2010 S. J. Wickham.