The trap

I hail from the working class. Nothing fancy brewed into the mix of my lineage. All my life it has been the work force that sustained my income. And work I did. Long. Laborious. To accomplish that set goal that was somehow planted in my mind. Once I achieved it the labor never stopped. You know. You have to stay on top of it. Don’t wanna lose what you worked so hard for. It seemed an inescapable cycle. Until I realized that that goal planted in my mind was never mine to begin with. I’m not even sure where it came from. A culmination of living a certain way in childhood, society and the people surrounding me. And with that dawning the cosmic forces took over. Magically. My life fell apart. All that sweat and labor. Blood and tears. For..? Anyways, I escaped that unrealistic castle of mine. Jumped out of the tower. Started to live my life how I choose to, not by anyone else’s ideas of “what’s best for me”.