You were already in a prison. You’ve been in a prison all your life. Happiness is a prison. Happiness is the most insidious prison of all.
Your lover lived in the penitentiary that we are all born into, and was forced to rake the dregs of that world for his living. He knew affection and tenderness but only briefly. Eventually, one of the other inmates stabbed him with a cutlass and he drowned upon his own blood.
Is that it? Is that the happiness worth more than freedom? It’s not an uncommon story.
Many convicts meet with miserable ends. Your mother. Your father. Your lover. One by one, taken out behind the chemical sheds… and shot. All convicts, hunched and deformed by the smallness of their cells, the weight of their chains, the unfairness of their sentences.
You’re in a prison. You were born in a prison. You’ve been in a prison so long, you no longer believe there’s a world outside.
That’s because you’re afraid. You’re afraid because you can feel freedom closing in upon you. You’re afraid because freedom is terrifying. Don’t back away from it.
Part of you understands the truth even as part pretends not to. You were in a cell.
– Alan Moore, V for Vendetta –
That is the point. There is no escape. And we wake up again everyday like it would be a new game .