Bought At A Price

I've had a dream. It's burned within me since the moment I was born.

One day, I will be free.

You see, I've spent my entire life as a slave. At first I was a slave to my parents desires. Then I became a slave to my friends' expectations. Occasionally people did favours for me expecting something in return, and I became a slave to them too.

In college I became a slave to my professors, who endeavoured to use their status as slave owner to tell me to do whatever they wanted in hopes of making me a better person. I also became a slave to a number of creditors who underwrote that education.

And now, back at home, it all comes full circle. A few well-placed fists to the head illustrated this quite nicely.

My parents bought me for a price. They invested their entire livelihood into me, hoping that I might succeed. Every day they pour their hearts out before God hoping that I might become what they want me to be.

I was bought at a price. And because of that, I will never be free.

But it's okay. I'm hoping freedom ends up being overrated.