Spacedmonkey

I woke up today to discover a fly in my room. A simple plain little thing that I would normally play no notice to but for some reason it made me think. This poor fly was repeatly flying into the window pane trying to espace. I could not help but feel like that fly sometimes. That poor fly repeating beating it’s head trying hard to espace when it is impossible to get out. Feeling trapped in the path in life and not achiving my goal was something that happened to me in the first year of uni. However, what I admired about the fly was that it never gave up, it continued to hit it’s head and would repeat itself until it died. To it, not to keep trying is to die. I opened the window and freed the poor fly. I think that kind of drive is something that I should have, to be strong and not to give, even if it means I have to hit my head a couple of times.