There have been so many times in my life when I have been kinda sorta "stuck." I guess you could compare it to hitting a wall... although that sounds rather brutal. Perhaps you know the feeling too ?
One might choose to call it "feeling boxed in." Maybe that's a better way to describe it. But, often times... the phrase "being boxed in" can have a certain "scent" of having the "boxed-in-edness"... done TO me. Or to you.
Did I allow it ? Or did you ? Being boxed in ?
Perhaps, though, it was me... myself... who had actually "done" the boxing in... rather than having it done "to" me ?
Who builds the box ? Who shapes "the bud?"
You know... the bud you or I sometimes are. So tightly wrapped up... that the flower inside of us... you know... the one that wants to bloom... needs to bloom... or painfully yearns to bloom... doesn't or won't come out.
Perhaps the "who'ness" of who did it... me, myself and I... or someone or somthing else... really doesn't matter. Perhaps the only thing that does matter is whether or not I or we have the power inside of us... TO blossom. To break out of that bud.
What makes one act ? Think about it. When you are stuck. What gets you "un-stuck?"
Is it the "positive" draw or lure of something we yearn to move towards ?
Or is it the negative... the pain... the angst... that we want to get away from ? The negative that brings us to finally decide that it's become so very painful... that we dig into our innermost... and finally get to the point... that the day had finally come. What day ? Perhaps Anais Nin... the writer, diarist, journal'ist... said it best.
"Then the day came... when the risk it took to remain tight in a bud... became more painful than the risk it took to blossom."