In my youth I saw everything in intense clarity, now in my seventh decade, that brightness is fading, fewer aha moments, fewer spontaneous bursts of energy, not so many great ideas, decisions are a foggy path, strewn with boulders of doubt and concern. Not much is clear and definitely the intensity has been dialed down to a lower vibration. I feel more like a pebble in the river, worn smooth. Once I did shine with the intense clarity of a sharply faceted diamond, but no more.
I am not a lover of caged birds. To see a bird that was made to fly and is instead trapped in a cage makes me sad.