Freedom in a Cage

The only time that I feel like I'm completely myself is when I am writing, but I can't fully see that as a good thing. There's a small part of me that wants to embrace life and just get out there, but somehow I still end up seeking the comfort of the four walls of my house and that small desire becomes less significant by the day.

There must be a reason why I was brought into this world to be deprived of everything I want--at least it kept my life interesting. But right now I feel like I'm never gonna get out of here. It's like I'm shouting to the entire universe I'm ready for the good stuff but it's looking the other way.

I shouldn't complain though, I mean this is exactly the kind of thinking that would prevent myself from keeping an open mind. So maybe instead of saying I can't I should continue asking how? For now I'll just enjoy this form of freedom. Maybe if I get really good at writing I could write myself out of this cage.