Imagine. Imagine a world you are wandering through and everyone you know, everyone you see, is in restraints that you can see. Over time, as you look over the faces, you realize that most people can’t see their restraints, particularly the happy ones. Some are fighting against the restraints, if even they can’t see them.

One by one you look at them. Your mother, your father, your best friend… all in restraints of their own making. You’re the only one free to wander around, it seems. Do you attempt to free them? Are you the sort of person who would try?

Maybe you do try to free them. Maybe you realize you can’t free the ones that are happy, that they like their restraints.

The angry ones have complex restraints, where if they fight against them they can’t get out of them. The harder they fight, the more tight the restraints become.

The sad ones don’t fight at all, locked into a position with desolate eyes staring at things you can’t see.

At some point, you begin wondering how you’re free and they aren’t. How is it that you’re the only one wandering around? How is it that you’re the only one that’s free?

It dawns on you.

You’re restrained by trying to help them get out of their restraints.