You are not stuck in time like a fly in a closed bottle, whose wings are therefore useless.
You have been given perhaps the most awesome gift of all: the ability to project your thoughts outward into physical form.
You create the world that you know.
The gift brings a responsibility.
You create both the glories and the terrors that exist within your earthly experience.
Until you realize that you are the creators, you will refuse to accept this responsibility.