Dying In A Womb

A community, an organization or an institution serves as sort of a home during adulthood. It teaches us about culture, financial independence, socializing, ethics and morality. Somehow, it molds us into who we become as a person.

This community also serves as a guide. It assists us in discovering the world beyond it and how we can cope, adapt and adjust when the time for us to step out there and stretch our lives further comes.

But wherever there is light, there is shadow. In our community, we can never find ultimate peace. We also learn that the world works both ways, a balance of good and evil should always exist. It may also teach us — either intentionally, unintentionally or both — that danger lurks in every corner waiting for the perfect time to strike.

Fear is forever instilled in our genes. We will never escape its clutches. We sometimes find ourselves playing with knives thinking everything is in our control until we cut ourselves and see blood gushing out from the wound.

Slowly we realize that the world is a sick place. We become scared of what our future has in store for us. What we must learn is to face our own fears in order to properly adapt with the way the world works. This is the reality we may ignore but can never run away from. It will eat us up alive if we let our guard down.

This is our world. It nurtures. It tortures. Living in it is like dying in a womb.