Stereotyping

Ornithologists become like the birds they so much adore. Always fleeing the next possible place, searching to see another bird, or anything else that can give them hope for a new discovery. Writers become their novels, soaked in facts that were never to be and eternally trying to break the bond to the words they have written. Sculptors become consumed with the craving to give their pieces the gift of life. Engineers see everything for its measures...
Whether we get a hold of it or not, truth is people most regularly become their professions. Or do day?!
Standing on the thin red line between reality and what we think is real, does anything we do actually exist. Or are we nothing but 6 billion crazies, daily getting high on surreality?
The other day I saw a statue of a man, praying for his life. And the same statue, insanely enough, was locked in a cage - a real, iron-bars, metal-lock, cage. Why would anyone need to lock down a poor, not a bit suspicious statue, when it has already been taken any chance of experiencing life. Is someone afraid of it running away?...
I never liked statues. They make me sad, thinking that they are creatures locked down in a skin that could never move- ever watching but never taking part in the world around them. And that makes me wonder if we don't at some point, as well become statues. Locked in the wicked circle of circumstances,stuck in a quick sand of bad decisions, halted by the feeling of duty... And where would that take us?
You see, it's not the occupations of humanity that put us in a shaped box of some kind. It is that all mighty pattern of powerlessness that makes us feel like we were puppets with unreachable strings . Well. I say,enough with the string navigation system! And if that makes a rebellious stereotype semi-feminist, semi-human right fighter, so let it be.
Wake up people! Because if you don't start doing what you want, you'll end up a statue is prison!