Ignorance

I'm coming to the realization that throughout much of my life (and most likely as of current) I've been living in a state of ignorance. Living in a world where I say to myself the things I want to hear and think the endless thoughts to which I hope my future will lie. I've blindly define myself by casting a net into the sea of my past and counting the catches to be the substance of who I am. And these minute memories I've held dear because each time I recall them they bestow to me a sense of my permanence, they tell me that I have existed and that I will continue to exist so as long as I defined myself through them. But I'm beginning to see that I'm much like a bird, born trapped in an open cage fearing the uncertainty that lies beyond the walls.