“Once I was free; there was no cage that could bind me, and I had yet to create my box of numbness within my mind to be my silent protector.” J.D. Stroube
Caged in Spirit
Photography OCD
A somewhat healthy obsession with photography
“Once I was free; there was no cage that could bind me, and I had yet to create my box of numbness within my mind to be my silent protector.” J.D. Stroube
Photography OCD 
What an interesting image. I can’t say I’ve ever seen a caged farm, so I am thinking you have contrived this somehow. What is it we are looking at.
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I was standing in front of a metal corn crib looking through it at the farm. I tried to get further back but there was a fence. I love those things, they remind me of giant birdcages. 🦅🦜🦩🕊🦢🦃🦚🦉🐦🐥🐧
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It absolutely looked like a giant bird cage. Well done.
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Thanks VJ but despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage. (Bullet with Butterfly Wings)
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Well, you always manage to a-maze me with your endless source of reference material, lol.
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Its part of the package deal that comes with compulsive overthinking. Sometimes I wish for Amnesia. 😶
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I bet!
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This is such an interesting photo, Mike. I had a supervisor who used to say our department worked in silos. The actuality of it was she had us fenced in. It was not pleasant.
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So silos is a metaphor and you felt fenced in? You lost me, thanks for the comment though.
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Exactly right. You got it!
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I just realized that your true calling might not be in comics but in greeting cards!
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We are all in some sort of cage, might as well make the best of it!
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According to many spiritual traditions you are completely wrong. We are free now and have always been free, we just don’t see it because we live in our mind. Namaste. 🙏
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Once I had something similar it seems. Then I wrote that:
Suddenly I found myself bare in the middle of the cold. No one was by my side to hold me. “Welcome to reality” – my mind said. – “You are going to live here”.
Today I feel like I left mental hospital where I was for a year of my life. I face the freedom I’m not sure I expected. I’m too free and here’s too airless because of this freedom. My arms are free of chains but captured with ability of doing anything I want. My brain is bare and I can think about whatever.
I’m scared so much.
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This is really very good Alena. Sometimes its easier to stay in our cage even though we hate being there (The cage is only in our imagination).
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Definitely. And sometimes antidepressants start working 😆 And you don’t need to think about existential things ever more. Or not… 🤔
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