Some Pieces #9: Can You Not Wake Me up From This Dream I Have?
This world is a cage , and I am a bird trapped inside its golden bars. Surely, I must not view the world that way. But doesn't the one who possesses greater power than others of their own kind bear much more responsibility? What does God choose me for? To take all the duty? To shoulder all the faults and pain? I wish I were a child roaming a meadow full of sunflowers in the middle of summer. I wish I were not special. I wish I were not that different. But doesn't the one who is given more blessings obliged to pay back the universe much more than the one who isn't? What does God think I am worthy of? How much do I owe Him? I am in a great debt for something I do not ask. I have let Him take many parts of myself since the very beginning of my life: I exchange my companionship with loneliness, happiness with sufferings, ignorance with empathy, innocence of childhood with pain of adulthood, selfishness with altruism. But God, will it be too much if this once I ask You for l...