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There are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life, fully, entirely, completely - or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in it's hypocrisy demands.


- Brander Matthews

Shackled

Posted on February 15th, 2008 by The King.
Categories: Everything and Anything!!!, Life.

I wake up in a bright room. My hands and feet tied to shackles. Big manacles made out of cast iron, bitter cold, rubbing against my bare skin. My skin bleeds with every movement; I tear away another layer, further injuring my scabs. I don’t want to give up. I’ll be free. I WON’T GIVE UP. There’s an immense force holding my chest tight, I look down – another chain. It’s closing down on me… squeezing me tight… I can’t breathe… it hurts too much. God has clasped his mighty hand down on me, holding me there, I can’t move forward, not a single inch. Every movement is another pin in the chest, another stab in the heart. My feet bound to the earth; trying to lift the weight of a thousand men… too bad they were only built to carry one. They can’t move either, tied with nails to the ground just like J.C. on the cross. I move my head forward; it’s the only part I can move. It gives me the perception that I can move forward… But I can’t. Not even a little. What are these shackles, what’s holding me down? Where am I? Why is the room so bright? What day is it?

This day is March 29th, 1991. It’s the operating room in a hospital. I’ve just been born. These shackles are the restraints of society, tying me to the ground, not letting me move. I move my head forward again, another lie, another deception. We can only move our heads forward, we think we can move our whole body, but they lie, we lie, I lie… to me. I give it one last tug… nothing. No rings broken, no miracles happen. I stand there, arms stretched in front, shackled. Feet in the middle, shackled. My bare chest bruised and scarred, shackled. My eyes, they bleed, they long for the freedom they deserve, the sparkle in them gone, lost forever. There are blood stains on the shackles, dried up from a war long lost. I stand there, with my head down, body motionless, shackled!

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5 comments.

Phil You

Comment on February 15th, 2008.

society has always chained people’s behavior and altered their choices: everyone try not to be the radical who violates the social norm, which causes many people to make choices that adhere those norms. For those radicals who try to break the shackles, they either get put down brutally, or get entirely isolated from the society.

Gurdong

Comment on February 18th, 2008.

Your writing has really taken off, I feel. This is very good. You’re at that age now where you begin to see the chains and try to break them…

Now, the critic… the idea itself is a little cliche, even though it’s true. In your case, however, your writing was passionate which is good. There were a few grammar glitches (for example, the second sentence… it’s not really a sentence.. it’s a phrase and shouldn’t be given a sentence of its own), but all your writing needs is a little bit of polishing now.

Gurdong’s last blog post..The results are in, the show’s over.

danlo

Comment on February 21st, 2008.

good stuff.

society will always hold us down. that’s what it does. if you don’t like it then leave. that’s the only way to get away from it’s opression. but, are the consequences of leaving society worth the freedoms that leaving grants? clearly they are not, because if they were then you’d have left. by remaining a part of society you are demonstrating that while you say you don’t like it’s shackling effects, the consequences of leaving are greater than the consequences of staying. so you remain, as we all do. do we really have a choice in the matter anyway? we can complain all we want; point out the fallacies of the people in power, look at the unfair pressures brought on by everyday life, stare at expectations we place upon our own heads, but in the end, what can we do but accept it and keep on going?

The King

Comment on February 21st, 2008.

Where can you leave to?

danlo

Comment on February 21st, 2008.

societies are different all over. while society itself is an oppressive institution, it is so in varying extremes across other cultures. maybe you don’t need to deinstitutionalize yourself completely because that might not only be too extreme but also impossible. a change of scenery or getting away from what you think troubles you could help. you’ll probably end up realizing that what you had isn’t so bad and want to come back.
so where can you leave to? simply anywhere.

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