Feels like a bird trapped in a cage. Hanging from a high tree branch. With its wings clipped off.

...is it a good thing or just plain cruel to unlock the cage door, when, even if released, the bird cannot fly away? To watch others fly freely around, having complete control of their own lives; knowing there is so much out there to see and do, while also knowing this will never be possible for oneself is almost too much to bear. Happiness will only ever be a dream. Could you blame me for being bitter and resentful?