I am a housefly in the window. When the sun shines, I find the world outside very beautiful. I fancy being there, looking at myself as a part of that world. I imagine things that I believe would be so special to explore. Not that I am not happy being inside, in fact I live in the most safest settings inside the house as there are no creatures that make me prey, but the beauty of the outer world is just irresistible. I prepare my wings to fly and with all the excitement and impatience, I flap my wings and steer towards the world. But out of nowhere, I strike something that I can't see. I don't see the transparent window. I try to push myself and strike it again with my head rolling. As if I'm immune to the pain, I strike the window again and again naive of the fact that the barrier is unbreakable. I wander close to the barrier trying to push it and get outside but every time in vain.
There are other houseflies too, trying to penetrate the wall. But a lot of them have the same fate as mine. Some manage to escape the terror of having to stay in the house when they luckily find some windows open. But the windows soon get closed. With little ability to understand what's happening, I carry on and when I lose all my faith in my strength I look for another way outside. I find ways but they're all the same. I keep on flying in the house hoping for someone to open the windows. But that never happens and I am trapped in the house that I find to be a boring place. The outer world as is said has so much in store or so I believe. The fear of having to spend all my life inside the house drags me to the window again. With some gained strength I bang the window with my body. But the window is too strong to be broken. I bang again and again but nothing changes except my strength which gets weaker and weaker.
Soon the sun goes down and the dusk breaks. As I fail my aspirations, the outer world seems dark to me. I now find the outer world to be ugly with endless darkness. I find the light inside the house to be more pleasant and the house - a beautiful place. I am suddenly proud that I'm inside the house. I fall in love with the house. As the night breaks, I see some new entrants in search of light and I go back to the window and see that there are thousands of moths that long to get inside. I'm happy that I'm on the better part of the world. I fly and dance in front of those moths and tease them from inside. But my happiness is not for long. The lights go off, darkness prevails inside too. I look out of the window again. I see a faint light far away and the moths dancing under the light. But the outer world is as dark as the house.
Again the dawn breaks, the sun shines and I realize how wrong I was to believe the house to be more beautiful than the outer world. I try to break the invisible wall. I curse myself again. This is my fate, this is the world I should live in, this is the best I can get. I never realize that I have so much to do inside the house, I have so many wonders happening inside and the outer world is just too unsettling. Inside the house I have a place to sleep, I have friends, and my family. I don't realize that I will be lost in the outer world. I never stop going to the window, looking outside and longing to explore the world.
There are other houseflies too, trying to penetrate the wall. But a lot of them have the same fate as mine. Some manage to escape the terror of having to stay in the house when they luckily find some windows open. But the windows soon get closed. With little ability to understand what's happening, I carry on and when I lose all my faith in my strength I look for another way outside. I find ways but they're all the same. I keep on flying in the house hoping for someone to open the windows. But that never happens and I am trapped in the house that I find to be a boring place. The outer world as is said has so much in store or so I believe. The fear of having to spend all my life inside the house drags me to the window again. With some gained strength I bang the window with my body. But the window is too strong to be broken. I bang again and again but nothing changes except my strength which gets weaker and weaker.
Soon the sun goes down and the dusk breaks. As I fail my aspirations, the outer world seems dark to me. I now find the outer world to be ugly with endless darkness. I find the light inside the house to be more pleasant and the house - a beautiful place. I am suddenly proud that I'm inside the house. I fall in love with the house. As the night breaks, I see some new entrants in search of light and I go back to the window and see that there are thousands of moths that long to get inside. I'm happy that I'm on the better part of the world. I fly and dance in front of those moths and tease them from inside. But my happiness is not for long. The lights go off, darkness prevails inside too. I look out of the window again. I see a faint light far away and the moths dancing under the light. But the outer world is as dark as the house.
Again the dawn breaks, the sun shines and I realize how wrong I was to believe the house to be more beautiful than the outer world. I try to break the invisible wall. I curse myself again. This is my fate, this is the world I should live in, this is the best I can get. I never realize that I have so much to do inside the house, I have so many wonders happening inside and the outer world is just too unsettling. Inside the house I have a place to sleep, I have friends, and my family. I don't realize that I will be lost in the outer world. I never stop going to the window, looking outside and longing to explore the world.
