They tell us life is short, but if that's true, why is it the longest thing we'll ever experience? If life is short, does that make everything in life even shorter? With life as "short" as it is, why spend the majority of it hidden behind walls, trapped in a cage where we yearn to break free? Why allow ourselves to be constricted of freedom, of the chance to truly live our lives to the fullest extent it can be? Maybe it's because we found too much comfort in the walls that have closed in on us. The glass that separated us from the world made us feel safe, protected. Then again, maybe we just use the word "safe" as a way to disguise the way we really feel: afraid.
Wow, that was deep. Everyone enjoys a deep introduction, right? Ironically, I used to hate them. They brought my mood down and I despised the feeling of starting a story depressed. Sometimes, however, the deep introductions are the most gut-wrenchingly honest ones, and we can use a little gut-wrenching honesty now and then.
