As I'm walking on the seashore, I've seen this broken bottle sitting on the dead corals. As I sat down to take a good look, I noticed the children ahead searching for something in the water. Then, I finally realized that my life was reflected on the bottle. I was like the remains inside the bottle waiting for the moment to be washed, no enough strength to get myself out. The bottle symbolizes the chain I've been carrying since I was a child. Without the freedom to play for, I have to work to be able to sustain my own family. Without the time to love even myself, unable to aid even my own wounds just because I'm too much busy meddling my parent's mess. I even lost the sense to appreciate beauty for I've grown in a world captivated with masks and misery. The outer world was the opposite of me, and the children were supposedly me. I wish I could turn back time and have the power to choose what kind of household would I belong to be. I just wish to wish and dream to have a dream that can happen.
And what made me really realized was the label on the edge of the bottle that says "PROPERTY OF" that reflects me as a property of broken fate beyond repair.