I am hungry.

Hungry for adventure, for freedom. I want to explore all 7 continents of the world and yet I feel so tied down. I am a bird. Definitely not a dog, where with a little cajoling and some food thrown can be tied down to a kennel all ready to obey orders. Nope, that is not me.

What then is stopping from flapping my wings and soaring off? Up into the sky of the vast unknown.

I think the answer is obvious. So very obvious. And it has nothing to do with guts.

Clue? It is associated with filial piety.

Go figure. Not that it would be that difficult.

I am in the process of fully embracing the Do first, permission later approach.

Wish me luck.