Princess high-die

Welcome to the masquerade ball. I'm Elodie Eade and you need to get the hell off my lawn. Do tell me your stories and let's fill in the chapters as we go.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Feathered

You belong to mankind. From the very second you left your mother's womb, you have been free. Have been; counting up the many events that had led you up to right now, while you're reading this.

Think about it: you can literally leave the classroom, leave your workplace, leave home, leave it all and then bring forth your renewed energy to somewhere, something or even someone - anywhere you could only dream of. You can, you will always be able to. Always.

It's the responsibilities you are being held to. It's the afterthought. It's the emotional thread that's binding you to where you are. But you still can, physically, leave it all.

That's why I'm telling you to hold on to this ride and keep playing this game because it's the smartest functioning game ever. It's called Life. It's bound you to the unknown, to your own thoughts even when it's literally possible to free yourself. Oh yes, stop complaining. You're free but you chose to be confined - and that you will always be.

Until the end, you're just a piece. A pretty piece of mankind.

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