We live in cages, tamed by our own instincts.
I see the grill outside my window. To keep me from jumping, out of joy, sadness or 13 other reasons. If I were to jump, I’d do it not to fly, or fall. Not for the thrill, not for the fear or pain. I’d do it for the gradual change in my viewpoint, as I plummet. I’d do it to escape the monotonous ever returning essence of mortal life inspired by the immortal Nature.
I see birds flapping wings and flying, touching the horizon, going up and up and up. But their descend is faster than the way they conquered the ethereal blue. They’re trapped,maybe not necessarily always in a cage. For they always make it back to their nests by sundown.
The sun is trapped too. I see it rise everyday, shining bright, living it’s glorious life. But as the moon queues for its appearance, the sun bows down. As the birds fly again, and I wake up to the view outside my window, the sun ascends. And so the rhythm continues.
The question is, who has trapped everyone in this ever expanding unfathomable universe of beings unknown and places unexplored of which Earth is just an atom sized fragment?
We’ve been caged too long to know there is no one controlling us. And the sun and the moon in the poles know this fact, but doubt it from time to time. They rise for long, and take longer to set.
What if one day birds fly and never look back? What if one day, we open our eyes and never shut them?
What happens after the day we shut our eyes never to open them again?
I look out of my window to find answers, but find myself right where I began each morning.
Random Wretched Thoughts. 