She was tired…absolutely exhausted.
She had a calm exterior but was screaming on the inside.
She felt like running… Running very fast, very hard until her feet made a print on tarmac.
She felt like flying so high until she became weightless. Light enough not to be weighed down by anything.
She was heavy and burdened.
She was caged and imprisoned. But it was an imprisonment without a choice to be free.
It was not for a crime or else this imprisonment would have become a form of punishment.
It was an entrapment for which she was never given the chance to stand accused.
She was not given the chance to defend herself. It just happened.
It felt like a lot was cast and she was the one who had the shackle slung on her neck.
A burden that was immovable.
Every time she tried to lay it aside she was awkwardly drawn into positions that felt worse than she could bear.
She could not breathe. She felt constricted.
She could not spread out her wings because thorns circled her resting place.
She could not rest because there were endless decisions to make.
A moment of slumber was costlier than a tired awakening.
She was enslaved…
By every breathe she drew, she paid dearly for her existence.
To make her own choices and ride on the horse of destiny was to thwart her whole existence and bring it to a halt.
Better not to exist fully than to exist and to lose that existence in an abrupt slash of sorts.
What was the point to her life?
Vanity they said all was in the end. But vanity was still important to give value to her existence.
She could not throw out or condemn all vanity. Some vanities seemed necessary while others were luxurious.
They all gave meaning to her life in different ways.
Waiting was the game of the wise…
Mother Earth took her time to churn out fruits at times and seasons she chose.
She could not be hurried. Yet time waited for no one even her.
It was the reason she was tired and weighed down.
She was jealous.
Her jealousy is not of anyone in particular but in the unfairness of it all.
Like a hamster in a cage, she seemed not to make a headway.
She kept running, never faltering, never stumbling yet never arriving at any destination.
What she cannot stand was this fate…
The endlessness pain, the enduring, the waiting, the patience.
It felt so inappropriate for her because she was a hurrier.
She knew she had to take what she was given. She had no choice or influence in the matter.
She was tired and wanted out.
The more she moaned, the more she felt guilty.
The weight of the guilt burdened her freedom.
She was doomed whichever way she chose to go.
Does she sound familiar? Well that is because we meet her sometimes in different ways.
Stop daring to dream. We have to accept what we have got.
When the time comes, the status quo will change.
Let’s keep our eyes on the ball, things will get better someday.
Thank you for reading.
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