{Via We Heart It. Original source unknown.}Sometimes I feel like a caged animal. I can see all the world before me, but am unable to obtain it - unable to even reach out for it. My life is become a monotony. Every passing day is just another number to mark off, while I am going nowhere. I spend my days doing the very things I did when I was fourteen with very little change.
In five months I will turn eighteen. I have looked forward to this birthday for a long time, as I will finally be able to start my life, but I fear it will not be as I have hoped. The chances of me getting my drivers license is slim to none as I have but five short months to learn how to drive and I haven't even got my permit yet. What's the good of having a birthday if it is nothing more than a reminder that you are not, in fact, experiencing a time loop.
I want to have adventures. I want to open my own shoppe. I want to fall in love - with life, I want to fall more and more in love with my Savior, and, of course, I want to be married some day. But in the mean time I sit at home. School. Chores. School. Chores. The only break from the tedium I get is when I blog. Only then do I feel like I am actually living - not just surviving.
{Via Favim.com. Original source unknown}So that is what I do. I hide in my room and try to imagine the bars of my cage away. I dream of all I do when the bars fall away and I am free. I love my family, but I can enjoy them from the freedom of my cage. I can fly away and return at night. I can love and be free.







