While enjoying the cheesy wedges, a fly stopped by. One cornered it using the advertisement cardboard, wanted to make fun of it, but never did he know the fly actually got 'trapped' in it, not knowing the exit to freedom is right above its tiny little head. Funny but it applies to all, or maybe, most of us; people who focus on the unpleasant memories they have given to the others thus blaming themselves and forgotten about the joy they have brought to the friends and family, one who sees no future but the past of oneself and trying hard to persuade the rest of the circle, a person who makes things complicated by going round and round the bush instead of finding the root so that the problems can be solved. Times where an obstacle can be overcome with a simple tick and cross are often missed, for we tend to not believe in simplicity; say, the fly. The ‘small world’ which was used to keep it in was then retrieved, thinking the fly would seize its chance and escape for good, but it didn’t. Perhaps this is one sided opinion, that the fly had no idea it was freed and continued its journey down the serving plate, ‘walking’, and vanished under the shadow; or maybe, it chose not to. Scene where we couldn’t believe the solution to a Mathematic question is in two lines though it worth only two marks was recalled; are we not the same, at all? How long does it take us to realise we have an option to another definition of freedom? How much further to the day where we less complicate our problems? How many headless flies we are to be, before we call ourselves human?
