C'est La Vie

A story you will hear.

What you may deem basic to your life, may be a luxury to me.

I come from a cave with one opening; they who birthed me chose to stay there not out of choice, but of tradition. And so because I have not the means to take me on any journey, I must return everyday. Back to the cave of conformity and apathy, nothing ventured everyday.

Where you may have experiences you deem normal, I may only dream of having.

I live in this empty room, stone walls on all sides with the door in darkness. There is no warmth in here; the sun's warmth reach not these depths, forever in my small sky there ever be a little shed of light shining down, taunting me for what I cannot have, or what I cannot yet have... I hope...

How do I live? Off my imagination, my immaterial world of thought and envisioning, a world manufactured from whatever knowledge I harvest off the writings on the walls. Just a dream which can never be realized; only extended to change the future, with these binding chains of the past ever wearing down my soul.

The unfortunate do not necessarily live in total misfortune, bleakness and despair.

What you may deems basic to your life, may be a luxury to me.

Think of me sometimes, the one living in darkness in a splendid sea of swirling light.