we want freedom. we want space. we want time. we want to have choices.
we complain that our circumstances contain us, but as soon as we are put into a place of no containment we become afraid, and the fear paralyses our souls.
freedom is not for the feint-hearted. space is not for the small minded. time is not for those without a plan, and choices are not for the indecisive.
we seem to want without understanding that freedom means that you have to make your own path. we do not understand that space now means that you have to begin to build your own walls. we want time but we forget that time still slip through the fingers of the man that has plenty of it. we want to have choices, but we don’t realise that not every decision is easy to make.
and when the realisation of it all hits us, we become afraid because it’s all uncertain, it’s all up in the air, and we only have our two hands to try to catch it all.
and worst of all, we become afraid because the biggest part of us wants to run back to the monotonous security of what we once despised, and the fear paralyses our souls.