The fear of being free, a paradoxical notion that lingers in the depths of our consciousness. It breeds pride in the comfort of enslavement, a safety in the familiar shadows of the cave. We have grown accustomed to the chains that bind us, finding solace in the certainty of our confinement. But as time passes, the facade begins to crumble, and the falsehood of our surroundings becomes painfully clear.

We yearn to break free, to run, to soar into the boundless sky of liberty. Yet, the chains that hold us are not made of iron but of our own minds, forged by the belief that we are not worthy of freedom. Even as we step outside the cave, the prison of our thoughts follows us, trapping us in a cycle of self-doubt and fear.

The greatest tragedy lies in the fact that we have forgotten how to fly, our wings clipped by the confines of our own minds. We have become prisoners to the cowardice that whispers lie of security in the bondage of slavery. But deep within us, a yearning for true freedom persists, a flickering flame that refuses to be extinguished.

So let us gather our courage, let us unshackle our minds and spread our wings. For true freedom awaits those brave enough to embrace the uncertainty and struggle, to rise above the false certainties of the cave and soar into the vast expanse of the unknown.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer