Story of Me and the Fly

I had been thinking the last few days wondering about what's next for my life and feeling so limited on options that some days it feels like i am totally trapped stuck in my glass box looking out at so many possibilities and so much expansiveness in the world, and yet every time I try to move forward to meet that I keep running into an invisible wall that keeps me stuck in place.

As i set wallowing in my own misery wondering if the universe is gonna help me out some i noticed a fly in the house which kept freaking out, flying all around in desperation running into it's own invisible boundaries called the window, as it was looking for a way out into the light.

How confused this fly must have felt, (if flies could feel) seeing the big open wide world and yet this fly too could not figure out how to penetrate that barrier and fly free out into the world. From my perspective it seemed the fate of this fly was settled; that there could be no way the efforts of this little fly would be able to free itself from this box it ended up in some how; that much larger forces out side of its control were keeping it pinned down, unable to move out into the openness of freedom again. Interesting i thought. Spirit is constantly around us in all moments sending us messages through symbology. I figured there must be a message here for me considering me and this fly have so much in common.

It took me a few minutes to reach that conclusion though because at first I was just annoyed with the fly and was thinking about rolling up some newspaper and ending the annoyance. But then i realized how i must be as annoying to larger forces outside my control, appearing all helpless unable to free myself asking for salvation. How messed up it would be if i killed this fly in the very same situation.

This fly doesn't mean much to me and why would anyone want to help it? Why would spirit want to help me? We are all connected on some levels unseen. What i do for you i do for me. As above so below; everything is always working on multiple levels on both larger and smaller dimensions.

Would it even be possible for such a large power source like me to help such a small delicate creature like the fly, without accidentally harming it through tying to help it? Am i suppose to help it? You know the fly would not be very cooperative in that process. I then wondered how cooperative I've been with the universe trying to help me. How could i even expect divine forces to step in and help out when i think nothing of this poor fly trapped in the same situation?

 To save this fly it would take some patience and gentle care to ensure its safety do to my overwhelming strength in comparison that could kill it just by a single touch. Maybe that's why higher forces have such a hard time helping people.

Anyway, the gist of my story is i took the time to save the fly and set it free out into the world once again. How could i expect divine forces to help me if not willing to see all life in the same sacred perspective no matter how insignificant it may seem on my level?- it was everything for that fly.

Thanks for the message, spirit.