Because Loneliness Is Torture

 

“The idea is that the deprivation of freedom acts as a consequence for unlawful behavior. This can be seen as a form of retribution, where the offender "pays" for their wrongdoing by serving time in prison. Critics argue that many prison systems are overly punitive. “

Punitive in a sense that your past actions have served as monsters haunting you in daylight. Therefore, your mind becomes a prison filled with emotions that incarcerate you from being free.

Being free, being in time is actually being with people who provoke you and you provoke them back. I guess this is what fellowship looks like; our mind has become our own prison where we actually hide.

And what has become of a person who’s trying to clamor for days that seem like years and then become his own cell? A cubicle, a fluorescent light hanging over his head. A mind bent on building a future out of a reality that hits you like an oncoming truck in a highway.

Sometimes it does not make sense when the mundane feels like a prison cell. Or the hallways of life and the endless alarms when you wake up become an actual feat of routine that deprives you of freedom. We are in fact, set into a notion that our responsibilities leach into our life like a hunter to its prey; however, in a sense it replays day-by-day.

The haywire of living without and living within the prison of our mind. The things that we owe and the things that we need to pay for, the bills and the endless chatter for a better tomorrow. Sometimes they don’t make sense. And sometimes we gobble it all up because we just want to show up and that motivation comes from the fear of not being able to meet the expectations set by the prison in our own mind. It caresses you and also hurts you at the same time.

And we kinda want to suck it up, get through it even though we don't really want it anymore. The more we clamor for "freedom" isolation picks us up and dresses itself as consolation when all along you'll be left with nothing but loneliness.