The Bee and the Window

I woke up to a gentle sound — something tapping on my window. When I looked closer, I saw a bee, trapped inside my apartment, trying again and again to escape. 

It couldn’t see the glass. Freedom was right there, just a breath away, but the bee didn’t understand there was an invisible wall holding it back. And I thought — how many times do we feel the same?

Trapped, confused, unable to explain what’s happening, unable to see what’s right in front of our nose. 

So I opened the window. The bee flew out, straight into the fresh air and light of the world. And it hit me: sometimes, what we need is exactly that — someone else to open the window for us. 

Someone with a different view, a wider vision. A friend, a book, a colleague, a coach — they can all be that small push, that gentle hand that helps us break free from what feels like solid glass.

A barrier that was never far — only a few millimetres away from freedom.