everything is like the stairs that lead to my school. from a distance, it looks like nothing's wrong with them. but when you climb them, those crooked, uneven steps, you feel that either you're not made to walk those stairs, or they're not made for you. just like everything in your life. everybody sees what's wrong with everything, but changing the surroundings is not an option. you just have to adapt. walk like a crippled dwarf, because you are given the steps and you are given the legs and you need to get someplace. you don't wonder why you need to get there, you don't need to weight the effort and the reward. we fail to see that choice.
what we lack is not the freedom to choose. it's the freedom to see that we have a spectrum of choices.