Dear Nobody™,

People spemd their whole lives in invisible chains.

Not the kind you can see or tiuch - but the kind you fell in hesitation, in silience, in the quiet moments where a decision could change everything...
but doesn't

We are born free, yet somehow we grow into cages.

Cages made of fear - What if i fail?
Cages made of doubt - What if i'm not enough?
Cages made of time - Maybe later.
Maybe not now.

And so we wait.

We went to become who we want to be.
We wait to say what we truly fell.
We went to take chances that keep sliping through our fingers.

And stil...there is something beautifully human about it.

Because even in chains, people dream.
Even in fear, people hope.
Even when they don't move, their hearts still reach forward.

Some break free, even if just for a moment.
Others don't - and carry their "what ifs" quietly, like shadows.

But maybe life was never meant to be perfect freedom.

Maybe it's this -
this tension between holding back and wanting more, this fragile balance between fear and courage,
this constants almost.

A sad kind of beautiful

Because even if we are in chains...
we never stop looking at the sky...

"Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains."
- Jean- Jacques Rousseau