When wings are clipped

I am grounded. When I had wings, not that I don’t have any now, my wings took me to flight, I could not care less for anything in the world. The feel of wind through my feathers… the lightness in me… Now that I lost my flight abilities, I wished I was not so irrational to have my wings clipped in return for life free of worries.

Let me weigh my pros and cons – I have no worries where and when my next meal will come but I cannot fly. I have no worries where to find shelter when the storm comes but I cannot fly. I have no worries being preyed upon but I still cannot fly.

Was this comfort worth it for the loss of freedom?