I Was Watching A Fly.... | No, really, I was

I was sitting in my room, watching a fly, and I was amazed. It flew around and around, first in small circles, then in triangles, and hexagons. Round and round, the only variation in the movement being a slight change in direction every now and then. What amazed me was that in this fly, I say my life. I am going nowhere fast. I am trapped by my own limitations.... etc etc etc

Does anyone else feel like this?