FROM TWO MONTHS AGO
This is a photo taken by Michael Snow in 1979 called “Flight Stop.” It’s a pic of an exhibit in the Eaton Centre in Ontario, Canada. I think it most accurately depicts a stage in life that most people go through, but for many, it is a stage that lasts a lifetime.
Birds represent freedom, flight, adventure, and a promise to return. These birds are flying straight up to a glass ceiling. They can see what they assume to be the sky through the paned glass. A select few of them may even be aware of the glass’ presence, but choose to persevere nonetheless. Most have no idea what’s coming until….well, you know.
I have a revelation akin to crashing into a class ceiling at least quarterly. From the bleak, ‘half-full’ perspective, these birds have a gray today ahead of them. Most realizations aren’t the nice kind. But there’s always a bird here and there that crashes through the glass and “makes it,” whatever that means, right? Righhht? Please tell me I’m right. Every man just hopes that he can be that one bird. So, bottom line: what’s the contradiction behind flying freely into glass? Opportunity shrouded in naivety? At what point does this translate to experiential wisdom?
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