The little Goldfish

Isn't it wierd how we try to fit so much in between four walls and a roof? We bring in animals, plants, light, minature waterfalls, and lil aquariums... then we buy things like treadmills and stationary bikes so we can do what we could easily do outside... but in our little controlled enviroment. We light candles that are scented like flowers or trees and we play relaxing tapes entitled "nature songs." What is so hard about opening the door and stepping outside? Why limit a little goldfish to a small tank, just so you can look at him.... If he were in the wild he would grow and be a large fish. His life wouldn't be created and prolonged for your enjoyment. What do you think that fish gets out of you? Companionship? HA... It gets nothing... It just gets to swim in small little circles. Sometimes that's how I feel. I feel like my parent's goldfish. I feel as if they not only control what I do.... but how I've developed. I'm so sick of being here, and I think I"ve admitted that bluntly enough. I'm going to have to start planning on changing it. Not later, not tommorow, or next week... but right now.