When I walked into his room that morning, I immediately noticed two prison guards standing beside him. With those security presence, he was still cuffed to the bed. I didn’t say a word, but I thought to myself, what kind of life is this? I had no idea what led to his incarceration, but the presence of those guards and the cuffs suggested it was something serious.
We live in a world where most of us believe we are free, we can do whatever we want, yet invisible forces around us make true freedom feel almost impossible. We own homes, but often the homes feel like they own us. We drive cars, yet those cars demand payments, maintenance, and insurance—sometimes possessing us more than we possess them. All the things we have to do to keep all these things. We dream of vacations, but the cost usually ends up diverted to repay some debt or cover an upcoming bill or expenses.
And the worst part are the jobs we go to that we absolutely abhor and yet we must show face and tolerate all the intolerables. The alternatives are often not pretty if any.
These obligations are the invisible shackles nobody talks about.
In retrospect, that prisoner may have had physical cuffs on his wrists, but many of us are walking around every day with heavy, unseen ones weighing us down. His situation is a reminder that while some wear chains we can see, most wear the ones we cannot. And in his case, he has lost more than just the physical freedom—perhaps his dignity, his choices, his future.
It makes you pause and reflect. Are we truly free, or are we simply more comfortable in our own kind of confinement?
Well, that was the reflection I thought worth sharing today.
Have a great evening wherever you are.
I remain your pal,
-Ronnie-
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