Sometimes I feel I live inside a prison with no real walls, doors, or guards. I cannot step out, even though there are no real forces to hold me in.
What is this prison? Is this a prison of narratives and beliefs, a prison of all limitations we were spoon-fed by educational institutions, parental upbringings, societal conditioning?

I have repeatedly felt like a light butterfly, trapped in the body of a heavy rhinoceros. The image of the two, the lightness of one and the heaviness of the other, perfectly describes the burden and the entrapment I feel inside.

What keeps us enslaved, imprisoned, stuck? Are they mere narratives that we believe; outdated stories we tell ourselves about what is possible and what is not, what are we permitted to want and what is out of our league? Will changing the narratives in our minds and hearts open all the imaginary doors to our self guarded prisons?