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Notes From Earth

My Cage Needs Torn Down
Notes from a steppenwolf

Are we living in a cage? The very fiber necessary to make life worth living, is missing from my existence. After taking inventory of what I have, it seems I have a cage. There are no friends, no job, no girlfriend in my life. The world lacks the ability to be selfless, because it seems no one gives a damn.

Being subjected to this mis-treatment, clearly this is not a humane way to exist. Certainly it feels like torment to me; it also feels like my rights are being violated. My existence in this manner is certainly not of my choosing, and after having worked diligently to change this situation for years, the situation is oppressive.

When the human race learns to be kind, this situation will get a lot better. There is nothing I can do to make my situation better; everything I have done thus far, it has all failed for me. The situation is not hopeless, it is however hosed; The human race is so selfish that no one will take the time to listen, to think, or to learn. Pity that they are so cruel.

My main complaint is the isolation. This isolation has spanned more than twenty years. There is no one to spend time with me, no one to talk with about what I value. It also seems, no one reads my work, or values it more than worthless trash.

I’m not able to do anything or say anything that will make them treat me different. There is absolutely nothing I could ever do that would change their behavior to treat me better. Nothing what so ever.

I don’t like my cage. This isolation is ruthless cruel. I’ve told them it hurts me, they have done nothing to make it better. Nothing at all to help make it better. I have reason to believe, that is the definition of cruel. For them to not care at all.

I hate my cage. It’s just me with my mind. No one reads my work, no one listens to me. They don’t give a shit what I think, believe, or want from life.

Also, there is no path to make it better. This life is all I ever have to look forward to. In twenty years, this situation has not changed to satisfactory level. That is twenty years of my life that I have been forced to endure this cage. Ruthless.

I wanted my life better. I wanted change for the better. Seems my status in life is so very low, that they don’t care what I want. It doesn’t matter to them at all. It’s not any skin off their nose, so they don’t give a damn about my needs.

Speaking of needs, my needs are not being met. My intellectual, emotional, physical needs; none of them are being met right. This cage has beaten the living life out of me. As a wolf, this captivity is cruel. The house cats enjoy the life they have; but the wolf feels it’s not been kind.

Really what kind of sick people think keeping a wolf to live like a house cat is kind? I’m tired of this cage. This cage, it’s not living. It’s a living death.

If I had some companions to talk with, and to spend time with me, someone that could inspire me to rise; then life would be worth living. This isolation is kicking the shit out of me. No one to talk with or share ideas with. The way things are, no one spends time with me, no one cares. The world couldn’t care. No one else does either.

The people that I thought I could count on, they have let me down hard. They treated me like shit. I don’t have anyone to turn to for help, nor advice. This cage keeps me confined like this. There is no way to make myself visible. And when I do try to make myself visible, it always fails. Nothing I have done in the last twenty years has been successful. Nothing.

The failure has hit hard. I hate this cage. It keeps me held in place, just like I was twenty years ago. I’ve been able to make my mind grow, but at great pain.

There is no emotional support here. This cage prevents me from having my emotional needs met. No friends, no job, no girlfriend. It’s been this way a very long time. Seems I’m not special enough for anyone to care about me. They didn’t care when I am alone and hurting from isolation.

I hate my cage. Have no desire to trade for a bigger cage. I want out of this damn cage. I want my freedom. I want to live my life. I want to have someone to spend time with me. I want to be able to have intelligent conversations with others. I want someone that can reason.

It’s not that difficult, it shouldn’t be that difficult. Yet, in twenty years; they have never been able to fix it. I’ve spent the last twenty years in this damn cage. It feels ruthless cruel. Why the abuse? Why the psychological torment like this? Am I a prisoner? Why? What right do they have to cage me?

It has made me mean. I would like to see you spend twenty years inside your own head and try to get out of this shit. Let’s see how you like my cage. I would like to see you live my life. You will beg for death, long before it’s over with.

I think that is fitting punishment. Those that caged me, should have to live my life. Let’s see how they deal with it. I want them to suffer, I want them to suffer like I have suffered. Let’s see how you like this psychological torment, I’ve endured it; let’s see how you deal with it. I hate my cage.

If I had some friends, this would be a nice escape pod. Since I am forced into solitary confinement with no friends, it’s a cage. It’s cruel. It could have been a home.

Part II
Does Anyone Have A Life?
Thoughts from a wolf

I’m curious to know, does anyone in this world have a life? Is anyone in this world really living? They say, most people just exist. That seems to be very true. I don’t have any friends, no job, no girlfriend, and no one to ask personally.

There is no one that I have ever known that has a life. So how are you people living? Do you have any kind of life at all? I’ve taken inventory of what I have, it seems this cage is all I have. How are you living? Do you like your cage?

Does anyone have their needs being met? Are you able to provide for yourself? Do you have an idea and the ability to see it turn into something successful? I have not had a success in twenty years. The only thing I have known is failure. I hate my cage.

Do you have the ability to dream, and see your dreams turn into something that works for you? How do you make such things happen for yourself? Do you have people that listen to you and respect you? Do you have a group of people that inspire you?

All I have known is this damn isolation. It’s all I have. This isolation is all I have known for twenty years; maybe more. How can I move my life from where I am living now, to a better more satisfying lifestyle? What path is there to take to make my life better?

Everything I have done has failed. The people that I thought would have my back; they are a let down. None of them could care about my life at all. Pity.

I don’t have opportunities. I’ve lacked the social circle to make my life better. I’m not able to rise, I’m not able to make myself visible to others. What kind of life can I look forward to? Seems my life is a living death. There is no path to make it better.

Humans are strange creatures. This world isn’t the place it used to be. It used to be a man had some way to make their life better, seems there always used to be a path that a man could take to change their life.

There is no path here. So how are you living? What path have you taken to make your life worth living? Are you really living? Does anyone in this world have a real life? Prove it.

This world feels like a damn cage. The isolation is the main factor in making it feel like a cage. If the isolation were to be fixed, the situation would be a lot better. By 1000%. In twenty years, they have not been able to fix the isolation. They don’t even care that I’m isolated like I am. It’s not any skin off their nose. It doesn’t bother them.

Seems a lot of people suffer from isolation. Some are like house cats and seem to enjoy it. However, you will never meet a wolf that enjoys solitary confinement for long periods of time.

The problem has continued, it has never been solved. Obviously; they lack the ability to solve the problem. They have prevented me from solving the problem, which means they don’t want a solution to the problem.

I have reason to believe; they are sick. This world is a twisted place. Pity. It could have been a lot better. I hate my cage.

Photo Credit: Photo by Egor Myznik on Unsplash

Written by: Christopher Thomas, a 42bitpi Geek

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