Prisoners

I have heard of prisoners who, after being in jail for a long time actually come to prefer being in jail to being out in the world. They have become so accustomed to living that way, that they actually become afraid of the freedom of living out in the world. I cannot imagine wanting to stay in jail, but who knows? If I lived in there for over ten years, all of my friends would be there. My whole life would be there. While it may be bad, by then I would have learned how to survive and get along okay. What would be in the outside world for me at that point?    But that is what we do isn't it? We become so used to living in a certain type of relationship that we don't think we deserve better. So we go from abusive relationship to abusive relationship, thinking that this is life for us. Or maybe we are at a job that is a poor fit either for us or for our families, maybe the hours don't work or the pay is not enough. Maybe there are dreams that have been in out hearts that we have locked up so long inside ourselves that we have forgotten how to dream. I know someone who has complained about his life for the three years that I have known him, yet he has not taken one step in three years to change anything. He has made his prison his identity. We all have our own prisons, and while we may complain, if we were to look deep into our hearts we would find that we have come actually come to accept this way of life. We have made being a prisoner a part of our personal and spiritual identity. Who would we be without out prisons, without our demons?  

Time to find out