tightrope
There’s something about living on a razor’s edge, walking the tightrope of life. There are people in their cubicles at work plugging their umbilical cords into the mother ship and sacrificing some of their freedom for a little more security. There are only two doors in life; the door marked ‘security’ and the door marked ‘freedom’. If you choose security, you end up losing both.
Like the ever decreasing wild magnolias, you either be strong and fight to survive or suffer retardation due to constant nurturing. If you cannot withstand the elements without help and intervention, you wither and die.
~ sean j
