When Will We Live?

Throwback. To when I let myself do things.

When will we live?
Unconscious, in the mothers’ womb. Constantly developing under the poor woman’s nurture. Unaware.

When will we live?
Finally out. The lights are too bright, we cry. Still unaware. Free, yet completely inhibited

When will we live?
Finally talking, we finally have a way to communicate the pleasant wonders of the world we’ve been experiencing. They don’t understand us so we laugh at them or throw tantrums. We’re so powerless. Unaware. Free, yet inhibited.

When will we live?
You discover art. You love sports. Everything’s such fun! You find friends and you’re totally ignorant. You learn. Unaware. Free, yet inhibited.

When will we live?
Old enough to know better, too young to give a fuck. Your first porn, your first wet dream, your period. You try to live but your parents cage you. You rebel. You look forward to your freedom. You want the boys to notice you. You just want the girls. Constantly seeking validation. Free, yet inhibited.

When will we live?
You think boys are stupid. You have all the girls. You look forward to the university. You look forward to getting out of it. You’re tired and you want to experience life. You need a break. Free, yet inhibited.

When will we live?
You’re finally on your own. You need to get married. You need to make money. You need to start saving, you need to raise a family. You have no time for frivolities, you need to get yourself together. Expectations. You’ll be happy when you marry. Free, yet inhibited.

When will we live?
You’re 50. Your children are in the university, soon you’ll be finally free to do what you please. You spent your whole life taking care of family. You can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Free, yet inhibited.

When will we live?
You can’t even remember what your passions are. You spent life forgetting to live. You were always looking forward to when freedom would come, not knowing all you had to free was your mind. End come too soon, now you can’t remember what you love. Now you can’t remember anything. You’re dead.

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