It hit me while I was in the shower, lost in a mist of steam and burning water cascading down my back. I could spend the rest of my life wistfully gazing between the iron bars of this life's prison, tears streaming down my face all day and night long... or I could suck it up once and for all and spend the rest of whatever time I have left to soar high above these bars.

But to soar above these bars, I need to accept that I can't remain so passive in my own existence... even if it means making tough choices and sacrifices in the short term.