PRISON

It was annoying and regretful to my grandma when her sick older sister didn’t want to leave her village and move with her into the city. How could she refused living a more comfortable life and surrounded by family, to being sick and alone? It was sad when she finally died on her bed without someone with her.

I can’t understand either when it happens to my own grandma who refuses to leave her tiny house and live in our bigger house. Whenever we succeed transporting her to our home, she will whine and beg to go back just for the sake of her plants. How could she refuses the pour out of attention from the family and keep going back to be alone? Maybe, she’s afraid that death will come while she’s not lying on the bed of her own.

Is this happen to the old people? Nope, It does not. It happens to me as a young person too, with a different degree but the same pattern. There are hidden iron bars confined myself, an unseen rope tied my foot and not let me go more that my presumed comfort zone. We’re detained by our own thinking and arrested by the ground that holds our feet for so long. We’ve been successfully created an imaginary dragon with tongue of fire guarding us day and night.

Numerous chances pass by, freedom fly by, but the prince charming never come by.

We’ll never step up our feet into the bridge. The world isn’t a safe place. It’s scary. It’s too big out there and could be dangerous too. Staying wherever we are, in the place that is familiar with the thing that is predictable makes us feel secure.

Why try a new one if the old one has made us satisfied? Why make a change when it comes with the risk of failure? Why let it go and we have to face uncertainty?

We won’t let it go. We are afraid. We are little kids that never want to grow up. More exposure, more challenges, more responsibilities.

Who want more? We have enough. We are unhappy but we are sufficient.

This prison that we’ve been carrying on from the beginning has no end elsewhere. It ends where it begun. It will return to where it belongs. The glamorous of the city far away can captivate our imagination but not our body. No, it never.

Unless we really aware.

Unless we have gut. Break down the walls in our mind. Take out our weapon. Facing the giant. Conquered the angry dragon. Across the bridge of fire. Walk into the painful road. Get the freedom in the new land.

Be the champion and never look back.