“Restrained freedom.”

Am I free?

Or do I just pretend to be?

Am I truly happy?

Or do I act like I already am?

I’ve reached a point where I’m freezing; since young, just’ve been told this one phrase, ‘Life is a race, run or get trampled.’

They make it seem once we gain power and wealth, we’ve made it. “Go to the top,” the whole world seem to say, “It’s too crowded at the bottom.”

Struggle,

Struggle,

Do what you have to.

Be obssessed – you must succeed.

‘It will all be easy at the top, you can then relax…’ Can I though? That peak, I’ve reached it but nobody told me it was lonely at the top. All the energized frenzy is gone and replaced with … nothing.

Empty.

Empty.

I feel empty.

Suddenly I open my eyes and glance at the clock; it’s just 6 o’clock. After petting my rather startled puppy, we snuggle back down again.

“I had another dream again buddy,” I whispered into its ears and it gave a little sniff. “I dreamt of someone with empty eyes and restrained freedom once more.”

I grin when my dog tried to comfort me with a small lick. “At least, I didn’t live like that. I’m glad but feel bad for those that do.”

I still wonder to myself, whose story I saw.

Perhaps, was it yours?