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.