"I've got a golden ticket. I've got a golden chance to make my way, and with a golden ticket, it's a golden day."
I may never own the chocolate factory, but I can own the world. My passport is my golden ticket. It allows me to go anywhere I want. Work anywhere I want. It's a status symbol of freedom and superiority. It gives me the right to vote, to dress how I want or not. It allows me to speak my mind without fear of reprisal. My passport allows me to be a lot of things, but most people never realize I carry that passport.
They see ignorance shrouded in a veil. Oppression tied by a leash. People tell me "You can be anything. So why choose to be this?"
My world is strange. "Freedom" is just an illusion. If it were real, then no one would question my clothes. No one would ask why I don't use my golden ticket. No one would judge me because of the color of my skin. People tell me I am "free", but then deny me the "freedom" to wear my cloak of oppression. As long as I don't shackle them, why do they care if I shackle myself? As long as I don't enshroud them, why do they care if I enshroud myself? Is this freedom? It is not my definition of freedom.
The world looks at me and sees someone who has lost a valuable priceless treasure. When I look at the world, I don't really see that I have lost anything. I am happy with my nothing. My "nothing" is more precious to me than the world's everything. I wouldn't trade my shackles for the freedom of the world. I wouldn't trade my hunger for the food of the gods. I wouldn't trade my poverty for the gold of the kings.
I thrive in my world of nothingness. It was in this world of nothingness that I found everything. The world may pity me when it looks at me, but I pity the world.
"One man's treasure is another man's garbage" I prefer the garbage.
"One man's treasure is another man's garbage" I prefer the garbage.
This post was inspired by a Studio 30 writing prompt. The prompt was "irony".
6 comments:
The similarity to what I wrote for this prompt is almost scary.
Okay, maybe not THAT much....good baby jesus I need to stop talking for the next few days....
Simply zen in simplicity.
Freedom is a myth.
You should both walkabout with me.
I like this. Seems to me folks are always focusing on what other people have, as if their possessions are the tool with which to measure their worth. I place more value on the poor folks trying to figure out what to feed their kids from day to day than I do the family with everything who hides in their big house and pretend the rest of the world doesn't exist...
A life lived unecombured, unburdened by the hang ups of the world... I can absolutely see the freedom in the emptiness.
Spot on Haven.
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