Arrows have to be pulled back before they can fly. 
Most of the time I think that I am the Great Archer- deciding where to shoot and adjusting my aim. But I think I'm really the arrow. In the hands of the Great Archer (God) I can be a valuable resource in the fight against evil. In the fight for love and goodness and compassion for one another. (Think: Cupid)
A dear friend sent me an arrow pendant with this reminder that when we feel like we are being pulled back we are getting ready to be launched. That has stuck with me and I've felt it so much recently. Pulled back by all sorts of different things. I also feel the anticipation of flight. That I am headed in a direction, but I don't know what one yet. I'm excited and scared to see where I'm headed. To see what good I can do. To see what difference I can make. It might be in the walls of my home- or it might reach farther than that- but where ever I am meant to make a difference I feel it. I'm ready. Aim. LOOSE! (Because "fire" was not said until firearms...)
Reminds me of the following passage written by a poet named Khalil Gibran, in a work entitled "The Prophet":
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Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.
Oh I love this! The positiveness of it all. So happy my friend.
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