I often have mixed feelings when I visit a zoo.

The animal lover in me is fascinated and appreciates how close we can get.
But once there, I'm often dismayed when I see animals outside of their natural habitats...often exhibiting caged behavior.

Walking in endless loops.
Lethargic.
Most of the comings and goings around them fading into the background.
Their ultimate movement, or lack thereof, almost robotic.
A shell of sorts...of what could be.

This visit in particular stuck with me.
It made me reflect on my own environment.
My life.

If you zoomed out above me, you might see similar behavior on display.
Daily habits well entrenched.
You could time my comings and goings.
You'd see well worn paths from my own endless loops.
A self imposed enclosure of sorts.

When all along I'm...

Free to roam.
Explore.
Be.
Do.

But I wake up and go thru the same motions.

And I'm not quite sure how that makes me feel.