Caged
If there is a God,
then why did he give me wings and a cage?
If there is a God,
then why did he give me wings and a cage?
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@IdeaSmith:
Hmm… in that case, assuming there is a God, he gave you wings and a cage, so as to keep you trapped in the latter, so that you keep wishing (and praying) to fly free… I believe it is as simple as that !
But here, I ask… God has given you (or the bird in question) wings and a cage… but has he really put that bird IN the cage? Cuz if he hasn’t, then all that discussion above is kinda unnecessary!
.-= Kavita´s last blog ..Bachelordom =-.
because the ocean comes next.
So that I teach myself to break open the cage, and then enjoy the blissful flying experience. After all, what’s the point in just having something, and not knowing it’s value! And here I quote.. “Cuz you don’t know what you’ve ’til it’s gone..”
.-= Kavita´s last blog ..Bachelordom =-.