Trodden

I trod under the feet of elephants. Glimpses of sun, blue sky greet my sallow face. A breath of fresh air is granted before again, I am engulfed by the massive disk of a foot. I am too small, too insignificant to change my situation. I am trapped. I feel bound in my Sisyphus like cycle. How do we overcome our surroundings? How do we strive beyond the confines of our environment?

We are the drones. Forever caught in the confines society creates for us. Albert Camus puts it perfectly: "They (the gods) had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor." How then, do we keep the world populous from diving headfirst off of cliffs?

We find meaning. We know there is a purpose. Every drone is just a piece of the puzzle. If one piece is lost, the whole picture suffers. So we wake up every day, and get walking. Under the feet of elephants. Back to rolling stones.

And with this notion, I wake up and go back to school.