Sometimes, when
we’re kept on a short rope—by a circumstance, a condition, or maybe even our
Creator—it’s to keep us from having enough to hang ourselves. The short rope
forces us to focus, explore every proximal possibility, and squeeze out every
last drop of creativity. It can be quite fun.
Don’t know about
you, but when given too long a lead I’ve often found myself wound around a tree
or unceremoniously jerked backward. Not much fun to be had there.
It can be easy to
forget that there is a rope and that it will eventually play out. What matters
is how we find ourselves at the end of it.
Restrictions
restrain the body, and that’s not always pleasant or welcomed. At the same
time, the limits unleash the spirit—you know, the part that lasts forever.
