a caged world

to soar with the wind

we looked at trees and berries and farms and decided we need jobs and skyscrapers. why did we do that and who thought that was a good idea? i just want to have a chat. i don’t care to dive into why it’s a form of revolution or a more modern way of living or any other practical reason anyone can offer for the purposes of my complaining.

we live in such a montone, orchestrated world. the same steps of go to school, go to work, become something of purpose. it’s so boring, so exhausting, and i think we were made for so much more than that. we put so much pressure on ourselves to meet whatever the current defintion of “success” is and i am tired of living in this cycle of monotony and striving for perfection.

i look at the clouds suspended in the wide expanse of bright blue sky. racing each other with the wind. sometimes fluffy and white, other times dark and angry. threatening to burst with the weight of just one more raindrop. the birds flit and flutter, soaring in the wind across this sheet of blue going wherever their little bird hearts desire and i can’t help but wish i was a bird. to be so free. to be one with the wind as they are.

the trees with their giant, reaching branches stretching high into the sky. full of leaves with each one being unique in its shape. leaves that sometimes carpet the earth below in a lush blanket of colors—red, brown, orange, green. and i wish i was a fox darting through them. i envy the fox. with its coat the same fiery orange as the leaves it runs in and the wind whistling in its ears as its paws thud against the earth. and then i see the squirrel. jumping from tree to tree, chasing another squirrel friend and squabbling over acorns. what does the squirrel feel as it flies through the trees? i think i’d like to find out for myself.

i look at the ocean. so volatile in its moods, yet so beautiful. calm one minute and thrashing in anger the next. perpetully pulled by the moon and i think for one second maybe the ocean is like me. feeling everything so intensely, both peace and anger. forever turning to find the moon, unable to pull away from its bright, white face. then i see the fish that the ocean houses. protects. shimmering with their colorful scales, not knowing anything besides a drowned world. (maybe to them their world is the not-drowning one and us dry-earth-dwellers are the real drowners) anyways, i think i’d like to be a fish. one of those that are able to jump over the water and catch a glimpse of the sunset while leaving behind a rainbow of shimmering water droplets.

i envy them sometimes. but i do not envy the cage we—as humans—have trapped them in with our meddling. and the funny thing is, we haven’t even spared ourselves. our cage just looks different from the one we put them in. and the cages don’t even look like cages. there are no shackles, no bars, no chains. they are masquerading as order, justice, reform, modernization.

we saw the world and decided everythign in it needed a cage.

and i just want to be a bird.

at least the bird feels wind under its wings.

<3 R

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