Body of Prisoners

I’m 18 years old living in the land of the free, yet attaining true freedom I should be entitled to seems completely unrealistic. As in never going to happen. No matter what there always seems to be some sort of barrier that holds me down under.

Even after we venture out on our own, uncontrolled by our parents, our own bodies betray us, exerting a parental like force on us.

Basically, our bodies are like parents.

If you eat too much junk food, you get sick. If you stay up to late partying, you get sick. You skip your sunscreen, you get cancer. You drink alcohol, you get liver failure.

We aren’t unlucky all of the time, but our bodies will never fully let us escape what our parents used to (and still are) telling us.

Why do I say this? I feel sick. Is it my fault? Probably. Have I been listening to my parents? Definitely not. Will I be stupid enough to continue this? Yes.