Living Life

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Editorial and Opinion  |  House: Booksie Classic
What do you feel about how you live your life? Do you feel trapped? Or free? Are you happy? These seemingly unimportant things are the most important in our puny little fragile lives. How would you want to live? Thanks for reading and any sort of feedback is appreciated :D Thanks! :)

Submitted: December 30, 2013

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They say we should appreciate our childhood and not grow up too fast. But they did not mention the agony of the mind of a child when they have unintentionally grew up too fast, too soon for their own age. They did not mention how to act when you would rather write and read than to play with the toys that lay scattered amongst your feet. When you would rather talk than play with the children who you do not fit in with. When you want to go out and do things you love but they say 'NO!' because you are not old enough nor protected enough for it. 

 

When all you want to do is to spread your wings and fly- it seems unsuitable and indecent. Trapped in a cage by the rules of society. And every time you open a lock, another is found. Always trapped in a cage. Unable to live life the way you see it. When all you want to do is reach out for the colours that pass you by in this world of black and white. To grasp all of the opportunities. To be free. To finish what you have started. To start an adventure. To be who you want. To just, just let it go. 

 

But all of this, trapped by the word 'NO'. To live. They say we have time, so much more time. That we are young. Too young for what we want done. If only, if only they knew. If only they knew that life is like glass. So strong and beautiful. Able to hold anything and everything we wish. But just as fragile. And once broken, never the same. Moreover, able to be put back together. So much like a flower. As seasons come and seasons go, it will change and grow- maturing from a small seed to a full grown leaf and flourish with bright colours and seemingly endless petals. But so fragile. So easily crushed. And in the end, what long amount of time we have left, happens to be little or none at all. 

 

They say that some people live more in ten years than in eighty. Which one would you rather be? 


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