We weren’t born to live in cages.
And yet, most of us walk through life with invisible bars wrapped tightly around the fullness of who we are.
Some cages look like careers that devour our passion in exchange for predictability.
Others look like relationships where we quiet our truth to avoid disruption.
More subtly, we cage ourselves with beliefs—about what’s “acceptable,” “wise,” “realistic,” or “spiritual.”
We say:
“I could never do that.”
“I’m not ready.”
“That’s too much.”
“That’s not me.”
And just like that, the wild, radiant Self—your full spectrum of expression, your soul’s untamed song—is muzzled.
Not by external oppression, but by choice.
Conditioned choice. Inherited choice. Fear-masquerading-as-wisdom choice.
There’s a reason we do it.
Cages offer the illusion of safety. They protect us from rejection, failure, and the unknown. They keep us in control—or so we think.
But that control is costly.
We shrink to fit the bars. We disconnect from joy, wonder, and our intuitive intelligence.
The body dulls.
The soul waits.
And eventually, the whisper grows:
There must be more than this.
Sometimes a grief cracks the cage.
Sometimes a psychedelic revelation.
Sometimes a moment in nature, or a gaze from a child, or a dream so vivid it haunts us for days.
These moments are sacred.
Not because they give us something new—but because they remind us of what’s always been there:
A self too vast to be contained.
A truth too wild to be managed.
A life meant to be lived, not merely controlled.
Freeing the whole self is not an act of rebellion—it’s an act of remembering.
It means welcoming back the parts of you that have been silenced:
Integration, not exile, is the path to freedom.
Wholeness, not perfection, is the measure of your liberation.
Start small.
Every time you do, a bar of the cage dissolves.
You are not too much.
You are not too late.
And you do not need to earn your freedom.
The door is already open.
The whole self is already waiting.
Will you walk out?