Who am I?

Do you ever get the feeling of being watched? I get that feeling at the supermarket whether I’m wearing a mask and what I buy.

I feel like I am being evaluated whether I am compliant and whether I am one that pays their taxes.

What of the prisoner? What of the one who is unable to pay? He is locked away and forced to live a life of unaltered reality. The reality that there was a part of them that did what they did not want to do.

I have the freedom to choose good thoughts from here on out, don’t I? What is stopping me from choosing good thoughts? Was it the sins of my ancestors?

Please forgive my Father and my Grandfather. Let me be one of those who is highly valued. Let me speak words that help and not hurt.

What of the prisoner of avarice? He is no different from the prisoner behind bars in that they both speak to themselves for a short time when they awake and before they fall asleep.

To live without speaking critically with oneself is nothing more than gibberish and static and chaos.

What do they tell themselves?

What do I tell myself? Am I a prisoner in my own mind? If I am supposed to empathize with the prisoners as though I am in prison; then wouldn’t that feel horrible?

When I take time to speak with myself. I think good thoughts. Thoughts of happiness. Not thoughts to revile against authority as I have been tempted of my own accord.