Shackled!
Shackled!
You know...
I thought that being shackled meant being locked up in a small cold prison cell, but sometimes we feel more shackled on the outside than we ever did...
We are prisoners of our own hopes and dreams, the things that we desire so much that we forget that which is right before us, we become blind to what we have and focus more on what we've been wanting...
See being shackled means not only being isolated in a small cold prison cell, being shackled means being lost in desire, lost in thought, lost in the things that don't add much value to our livelihood or atleast that's what I think but whatever it is, I know it can't be good...
Now who ever said a prisoner is one who has been convicted and sentenced? Whoever said being shackled meant only being bound in chains like the story of Africa's forefathers? Whoever said a prison is a small cold cell? We defined these words to mean what we've seen and heard yet we forget our own bondage, we forget the times we paid no attention to the things that matter most for the fear being over charged, so we forgot to change even when we knew our way of living was rather grotesque in denial we'd rather protest, we forgot our own captivity for we are but prisoners of our own hopes and dreams.
But who ever said dreaming was wrong? Whoever said we should live without hope? But then again, whoever said we should be slaves of our own hopes and dreams to the point that they become cataracts in our eyes that we cannot see that which we we've been blessed with?
