How much freedom means to you? To me it means everything. My life would be worthless without this fresh taste of freedom, but very often it seems that you have no choice. Have you ever wondered that you are a victim of the rules you live by?
I love watching people and it doesn’t matter where I am at that moment – in public transport, street or at work. I’m always interested in people’s behavior. It’s so strange to see how many people are sad, angry, disappointed and apathetic. I know, life is not so easy, we all have lots of worries but I really can’t understand, why people no longer believe in their dreams, why they always think so much about what others think about them and absolutely forget about their own lives. I mean, it seems like we all live in boxes with rigid walls. But have you ever wondered that only we ourselves can break down those walls?
Might it seems a little strange to you but I try to live by my own rules. I’m not afraid to make mistakes and to make a fool of myself. I’m always with smile and I don’t care how often I hear that continuously smiling only fools. I believe in my dreams despite how incredible it may sounds now and I really know that everything in my life I have to do on my own, because no one else will do it for me.
In my opinion unhappiest people in this world, are those who care the most about what other people think and those who have high walls, so..
Take down the walls.
That is, after all, the whole point.
You do not know what will happen if you take down the walls; you cannot see through to the other side, don’t know whether it will bring freedom or ruin, resolution or chaos. It might be paradise or destruction.
Take down the walls.
Otherwise you must live closely, in fear, building barricades against the unknown, saying prayers against the darkness, speaking verse of terror and tightness.
Otherwise you may never know hell; but you will not find heaven, either. You will not know fresh air and flying.
All of you, wherever you are: in your spiny cities, or your one bump towns. Find it, the hard stuff, the links of metal and chink, the fragments of stone filling you stomach.
And pull, and pull, and pull.
I will make a pact with you: I will do it if you will do it, always and forever.
Take down the walls
Lauren Oliver Requiem / Delirium, #3
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