I’m here, I’m trapped. I see everyone flying, achieving what they dreamt of. Making their life better as they planned. Enjoying every moment to the fullest, and then there’s me, with dreams, aims, plans that I doubt will never turn into reality.
It’s not like I don’t have the wings to fly. I do.
I’m just in a cage. I’ve the potential. I’m just trapped. Big time.
I’m like a bird in a cage who gets the basic needs in that cage or lets just say better than the other birds in the sky but that not what satisfies the bird. Bird is destined to fly, not trapped. A free bird in a worse condition is always better than a caged bird with better conditions, so does humans with different things and situations.
Afterall we are all under the same law of nature.