Delusion was what I used to hide the truth from myself, what I thought my world was made up to be. So I hid myself in this small cage and locked myself up, refusing to budge from this small space I had. I was happy; I wasn’t exposed to the cruel truths of this world, I was safe and dry.
Finally, the cage became too small for me, but I had no intention to get out of that shelter. I was reliant on whatever was in the cage for the past few years. My intuition was to spread my wings and fly, but the inner voice said, “No.” It spoke of the evils of the world, the fear of corruption to my innocence. I couldn’t run from myself.
Something poked me from outside the cage. It was the first form of pain I experienced, the catalyst which freed me. It said to me, “no doubt is the world ugly, but that’s only one side of the story. The other side’s for you to find out, lest you wish to imprison yourself forever in this cage.”
I was reborn, from the moment I flexed my wings to the moment I felt the wind against my face. It was stinging my face, but it soothed as well. I finally found the other side of the world.
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