Every Single Moment.

One foot after the other. That is what everyone is told. We all learned and grew. We all did it. So why is it so different so difficult for others to be the same, to follow everyone else. Some find their own path, a path so winding and long, yet the same pot of gold waiting there at the end. For others, they may never find the pot of gold, heck they may not even find a path. People seem to forget that sometimes. People seem to keep to themselves, keep in their own heads. But what happens when they unlock that new level, that new thought. They grow. They learn. But some just stay in that bubble, trapped, alone. All alone. Alone with their thoughts, ideas, and wonders. Trapped. Our lives our so sheltered protected so planned out for us. People have expectations while a person has dreams. I think about that sometimes. I endlessly stare at my phone and wonder. Why do I choose to live like this. To fit in? To be like everyone else? Why am I groomed to want to yearn to be like everyone else. To have what everyone else has. I am not sure today, and I probably will not ever be sure. Why our first breath of life, already has standards and rules. Grandma and grandpa want an update. You want to introduce me to your friends. But why do we start our lives. So tightly bolted, heavy chains across our shoulders. What if we were free. To live how we chose. To enjoy our precious years. But no. We have to go to school from eight to three every day for 18 years. Then forced to get a job and start a family. You start to remeber that you are forty years old and what have you done. What have you experianced. The acceptance of others? The stress starts to pile on, the anxiety starts kicking in. Why can I not look like her. Why can I not be as smart as him. We ask ourselves questions caparing ourselves daily to others. This is what people call life. Everyone is looking for the next best thing, to be the next best thing. We will never find happiness. We have always been trapped.