Interesting times

We are all being hit hard by the cosmos right now, each in our own way. It's easier when we don't take it personally and see that it's the whole world. 
The world is trying to evolve and we're a part of it. The discomfort, the craziness, the cramped, constricted feeling is all part of it. Like a bird inside the egg—the constraint we feel forces us to break through the shell.
Basically we can break through the egg and fly, or wait for the egg to be broken by someone else and end up in a western omelette.
I wonder what the bird dreams of inside the egg? Does she dream of flying and think—impossible—it's only a dream? I fly in my dreams all the time.