Some or most of you might not agree with this statement, that we are all prisoners of this world. But I do think so, though some or most of us will not agree let alone admit it (which is fine by me).
This world is our prison. The 'world' here is not the earth beneath us nor the air we breath nor the sky above. The 'world' here is the society where we live in, no matter in which part of earth you live on. And we are the prisoners. Most of you might be wondering how in the hell we can be the prisoners of this world ?
This simple question might help you out from your fuzz, how many times in your life time you decide to do something that you really want to do ? Doing something that you REALLY want to do ?
My answer for that question is still in my fingers count, no more than that.
All my life, I’ve been doing things which seem good for others (and also for me), but mostly not what I personally want. From deciding which school I went to, what major I took, what clothes to wear, etc.
I am so much into language arts yet I major in engineering. I love flip flops more than ever yet I wear them just to drive. I love black clothes yet I have another color in my dresser. Why is that ? It’s because I still live in very world.
The world, the society has its way to put that invisible prison in your mind. By setting some norms, some indexes, some measurements, some criteria to define which one is good and which one is bad.
But it’s not their fault. It’s up to us. Would we go for that kind of set up ? Or we set up our own mind ?
I never realized this until few months back. Before that, I was always been a semi-rebel. I broke almost every rules, with full of awareness. When someone told me not to do A, A is exactly what I’m going to do. Back then, I thought I was free from the world’s set up. Turned out, I wasn’t. I’m still living in this world as its prisoner.
Few months back, I was given the ‘way out’ from being prisoner of this world. And I was going for it. For this ‘way out’ involved the one I cherish the most, the one I gave my life to. Plans were made and laid in.
It was perfect arrangements, at least I’d like to think so. Until I saw the impact to my world (read: my society). I felt my hands and my feet are tied or more like I tied them myself to the set up of this world. Again for the good of others (read: my society). And then, I gave up my ‘way out’.
At the time I give up, I realized I just lose my life and I can see the prison bars clearly.
Viola! Prisoners of The World.
'Redemption Song' playing in the back sound..
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Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy, cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets, while we stand aside and look?
Ooh! Some say it's just a part of it, we've got to fullfil the book.
Won't you help to sing this songs of freedom,
'Cause all I ever have redemption songs.
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