I wanted to fly like the little birdies I would glare at as they glided in liberation.
I would long for freedom as a beggar would see the wealthy prance around them.
They feel suffocated with no one around, yet feel empty surrounded by people.
Freedom is waved in front of them. Be it their flimsy pockets or purses built like fortresses. Their crowns grow rivers of hair. Their eyes glower a golden gleam. They wear frivolous cloaks, bejeweled wrists and necks, and other stoic dispositions.
But this isn't how they were founded. The rich nor the poor. We are all human; are we not?
Everyone should be born with liberty.
If we are not, who is to say we are human?
Yet, I cannot see a spec of freedom in modern society.
So, what if I see a glass as half empty. Positivity is a skill to work towards.
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Unfortunately, not all of us can buy everything. Unfortunately, it takes money for people to pay attention. This is regardless of race, gender, religion, etc.
It is a sad fact, but a true one at that.
Many people sell their souls for such fancies.
But money is not everything.
There are children scribbling away at desks as the sunsets and birds quiet for the night. And they sit by the windowsill, waiting, fending off the temptations of pleasure.
Is it a crime to want to feel enjoyment in one's life?
And hours pass. You have no time left for work or for play, but you have to keep going. You keep pushing it back for the freedom of pleasure.
Except it isn't freedom. It's debt- debt to work that will be continued to be put off.
It is a cycle.
And all it took was a window. A small glass pane with a screen. Maybe your window was ringing or dinging or blinging?
It doesn't matter now.
The worst kind of debt is when you're in debt to yourself.
You slip and slip and slip, again and again.
And with that unstoppable human spirit, you say that you will push that unmovable object.
Until it's time to pay your dues.
Not to the beggar. Not to your work. Not even to that screen. Now, it's your body.
I see you in that hunchback position, slumped from hours of working. I see your brain thinking it can afford to rest.
Why are you doing to this yourself?
Get up. I told you to pay off your debt.
No breaks. No window. No freedom.
But you crawl back.
You always do.