Prison

Prison.

You might already have pictured in your mind an orange suit and some bars. This is not the prison I am thinking of, you see, our mind illudes us into being prisoners and we don't even notice it.

If we look back, we have Ben prisoners all our lives, take a look at school for example, someone puts you in there at about 5 years of age and tell you that you need to trust that stranger there (the teacher) and you blindly do, what else are you supposed to do, right?

Then they tell you how to behave even if it makes you unhappy, they will teach you they numbers and letters and they rules of society.

Every day you will look at yourself and you will see the same person, somehow everyday you will become a different person, they will tell you that people don't change but everyday you will change, only it is such small changes that it passes under the radar.

You then grow up trying to fit in because you want to be like everyone else, and they want to be like everyone else but at the same time everyone wants to be different and better, so, good luck figuring this one out!

It is an impossible equation.

Later if you somehow survive all of there illogical logics, you will find yourself being judged on your behavior and your ability to follow the rules which you should, bye now, know.

You have now to show that you can take what you've learned and make something of it, you have to show that you are evolving.

You need to read quick with no mistakes, speak eloquently and with a sertain logic, you need to learn an instrument, music is very important, you need to learn e personal higiene, etc...

So if they tell you all of this and tell you how to do it what is left to discover?
Well at this point you get to the age where everything is Sh*t!

At this point you realize that you have been lied to all the time since you where born, and you start to rebel, you eventually find out that you are alone in your rebellion even if everyone else is rebelling also. (good luck figuring this one out also)

You find people who need you or people you need to have around you to get a feeling of security which is given bye social exchanges. The loudest person in the room is usually the one who knows the less but sometimes it is the one who knows the most.
Either way you will mock them because you want to be like them but you can't, you are not beautiful enough or lack confidence or smell bad or you know deep inside that other people think like you and so you would be the one being mocked if you had the courage to step up.

What's the point!? What is the point of anithing, really?

We live on a massive stone which is falling into infinity and at the same time revolving around a ball of fire which could explode at any time so you tell me, how long do we really have to 'enjoy life' whatever that means.