Do you feel caged at times? Feel as if someone has wound chains around your soul and left you hanging over a cliff? Feel the Occam’s Razor in breaking free or staying put, both offering death but of a different kind?
I feel that almost every day of my life. As if I am not really living. As if my impulsiveness is just a pretense of being free when in reality I have shelved my soul so far away that even empathy escapes me.
I find the human society like the birds within the bulb. Pretending to have freedom of every kind when in reality it has imprisoned itself with its own rules.
Haven’t you ever felt the shackling presence of it in your life? The presence that tells you that there is comfort in the comfort zone and sticking to the crowd? That taking risks are unthinkable abominations?
That’s why I love rebels. The ones who break free knowing that they might fall against the rock bottom eventually but who still fly the entire distance to that point knowing that they aren’t ruled by anyone but their own selves. The ones who know that breaking the glass of the bulb is an easy thing to do if only you have the courage to shatter it.
*sigh* I am stuck inside my head, trying to solve a mystery so profound that it consumes everything. Let’s just hope my ensuing moroseness doesn’t bleed into my writing after this.