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Jumping through hoops and playing with ants we were secure. But gone are the laughs. Gone is the freedom. Gone are the tears.


Now we live in sterile yet separate environments. Longing to love. Longing to live. Longing for the shackling poverty which kept us free.


We traded our trailer for mortgages. We traded the time playing in the field for careers and children. What did we trade for some so-called security? Everything.


You may say that we are free. You may say that we can fly, and you may say that we can go. But we clipped our own wings long ago when we failed to believe in something much grander for ourselves. I'll say it: we settled.


We are alone, and the same fragile binds which keep us shackled to the piles of dirt on which we currently stand keep us apart. We may never again see the innocence shining in each other's eyes again and may never feel nothing more than the breeze upon our shoulders. But such is life.

Fossy

You should have called this 'Jumping through hoops' as in your first sentence. At the start of our lives we do it literally; then, when we grow up, we do it metaphorically.

I loved this - well done, as I totally relate to it.

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Originally posted by Sam Winchester.
Fossy's good too. She gives good advice.