There are times when people are trapped, cornered into the position where there is little place to move. It gets to a point where there is no movement, not even lateral movement.
Often people feel they are trapped at their position or particular job. There is no room for them to continue to reach higher levels. But what I am talking about is the more basic inability to move. At least the aforementioned can actually go to work and get out into a working environment.
What I am referring to are those who cannot, literally move or integrate with the community. They are confined to their space where they live. After all while, they no longer feel like doing anything.
What is especially disappointing is when that circumstance happens randomly. One becomes a victim of their environment, sickness, or mental health. In those situations, they are unable to physically and/or mentally move on.
On its most basic level, one feels like they are in a straitjacket with nowhere to go. I never pass judgment on those who are in that position. Often I see it in the eyes of the homeless, or prisoners, or sick people at the hospital. Passing greetings or a smile gets them through the moment. Sometimes it lasts longer.
My heart bleeds for these people. But in reality, that position, could happen to anyone in a heartbeat.
Once the road, "Love lost, such a cost, brings me things that might get lost going home to you."
Jimmy
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