They say your perspective comes from the cage you live in, but when the cage is all that you have known, with zero to little exposure to the world outside, when you have been refrained from the knowledge that, perhaps, another world altogether exists outside, one that does not conform to the patterns of life that you have lived through does not rob from it its simple virtue of being, that it is there. Getting to the point, this also sums up the dilemma of my childhood. I grew up thinking that it’s normal, that every child probably feels the way that I do and that its inevitability could somehow resonate with my disability to procure an answer more legible. Consequently, I took the easy way out and believed what I wanted to believe, blaming it on incompetence. At a tender age, I was led to believe that being deserted is how it should be, letting your thoughts reign your actions and sabotage your present was just the natural way of life, I believed a lot of things at a tender age that I probably shouldn’t have been so lax about, but I was. If I could go back in time, I’d snap myself out of the delusion I had led myself to believe but just like it’s not possible to reverse time, It is not possible for a seven year old to understand the intricacies of complex relationships and people. The worst part of growing up is you don’t know where it goes and when it ends, it’s only when you’re at the better side of the spectrum do you realise that there is no cap on stopping. You don’t. You just learn the better perspective. And that is exactly what growing up means to me. When your perspective finds deep roots in the cage you live in, you learn to open that cage and find yourself another one, you learn that there are several cages and that perhaps, that is what the world is made of. Cages. Of different magnitude, different perspectives, places and ideas. At the end, it is a cage that defines how you think. A major part of growing up or being a grown up is also strongly related to how good you are at relating to cages that you have never lived in. Empathy. As I grew up to the age I am, as of today, I learnt to accept that I don’t know everything, I will make more mistakes than I can make my way out, there are a lot of things I should have been exposed to, that have been cowered away in oblivion. I will also be compelled to admit when I’m wrong and to take a stand when I’m not. Growing up takes courage and patience, but most of all, it takes knowing that you don’t actually know. Hence, although I am aware that not knowing may not be such a bad thing after all, I am also a firm believer of the fact that people should be given the liberty to have their own opinions and perspectives, by making their own choices and bad decisions, their own misdoings. Let them choose their cage. While your experiences can act as guidelines, leave people free to make their own manuals.
So, if your perspective comes only from the cage you live in, let your cage be bigger and more accepting and if you grow up to realise that this is not the cage you want and that you are better fit perhaps someplace else, then find the cage where accommodation is an ease and not a tedious feat. But refrain from forgetting, there are other cages out there. That while yours may be made out of gold, others can barely have twigs keeping them upright.