words off the ground

birdies (BY MY FRIEND KJELTI KOH)

April 27, 2009 at 10:37 pm (heart warmers, metaphors, musings, plagiarized)

No one is free; even the birds are chained to the sky.

We are all bound by the things, or the ones we love. We all serve different gods, big G or small g. We are enslaved by ourselves, even; thoughts, emotions, infatuations, addictions. These things, they are simply the by-product of our imperfect being, catalysed by this imperfect world that we inhabit. We even created society, the result of us setting aside personal goals and dreams, compromising on our own freedom, merely the product of our unfair exchange of our freedom, for a government and its laws. We traded our rights for an unspoken social contract, that if followed closely leads to no reward, but if broken results in the destruction of oneself. Life is not fair.

There is a species of bird that inhabits the air from the moment it can fly. Its wings that are meant for liberation are the very things that chain it to the sky. The sky is central to its well-being; she is destined to soar with the wind, and yet there is betrayal, for when its life finally culminates in death, it is shunned by the heavens, allowed merely to fall, unmajestically to the ground, its plummeting shape reminiscent of a teardrop from heaven. The chain has been broken, a timely reminder only felt in its progeny, who must bear the consequences before being allowed to face the same rite of passage, and find peace.

Are we not like the bird? We can only find release in our death. The passing on from this world to the next should be all but a sombre occasion, for the departed has finally moved on, away from what tied them to this world. Such is the irony of this earth. We find joy in experiencing life, which only serves as a constant reminder to the pain and the anguish of the broken-hearted, the broken-spirited. We fear the one thing that is our only escape. Should we not then, brave reader, embrace death like a lover, once lost, and is now found? Should we not seek to know death, and prepare for its imminent arrival with fanfare and glory, instead of weeping with great sorrow? Should not death be had with peace, joy held until the last moment?

Rejoice! For you have now reached the end of the road. Morbidity and sepulchral attitudes are put away, kept forever in a box. A Pandora it shall be, a warning for all who intend on hindering anyone from finding death.

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