You sit behind your wooden desk, in a room with your very own bronze nameplate on the door. Do you think that you’ve made it? Made it, into that box. Do you think you’ve made it, even if you feel stuck?

You had the world before those four walls, you had more worlds than that. You were the movie star, the doctor, the decorated officer. Now you wake up like all the years before just to go sit behind a desk. Now your desk. One with your name on the door. You’ve made it! No, now you’re stuck.

A way out, a way out, do you have it? You’ve spent so long staring at screens, too much thought in reading pixels, making calls that move projects like snail mail. Is that what you want? Is that the dream that kept your mind busy, distracted, in those dull classes? Do you still dream?

Maybe this was the dream all along, the desk. Maybe you only hate it till that pay cheque comes rolling in. Then you’re satisfied when you see the numbers in your bank account go up. It’s fine, you can wait till retirement to have the fun you want. You can’t wait to enjoy yourself when your body is worn down. If you’re stuck at that desk anyway, why not look up, and get a better view from a better floor, or are you feeling too tired to dream of even that?

Now behind your wooden desk, eyes drifting out the window to an invisible horizon hidden by buildings. Do you still have the energy to let your thoughts run? You always will. Can you see past the walls? The things that trap you, do you feel stuck? Slowly you’ve let your dreams wander from you, slip from between your sights while you were in a daze, but take that window of time. Look at the greyed-out sky, and imagine it blue. A moment of pause. If you don’t, you’ll cement to that desk like those around you, those before you, those after you. Those who thought they’d made it because they couldn’t think of anything else.

Do you feel stuck? We all do at times. Sometimes the walls feel too close in. No place to run, the only escape left comes from the daydreams we use to push things away and close, a deep breath of relief.

Do you think you’ve made it? That it’s time to settle, that it’s good enough?