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Freedom was on sale in the vanity street’s overly lit shops and young women were choosing the colour and the style of their freedom , with many others around them before young Saturday got inflamed .The music was extremely loud, distractive, suggestive, and daring and was getting infused into young bloods and minds with no permission. It was setting millions of colourful birds free in their currency.

Every look was a little explosion flamed with their deepest frustration and confusion. These women,their eyes had the picture of their weekly captivity. They were all thirsty for a sip of freedom that they couldn’t even define. Were they ever going to taste it?

A woman statute in a glass cubicle.

The answer was ironically standing in the middle of the giant shop. A colourless sad looking young woman’s statute was sat in the corner of the glass cubicle and wrapped with yesterdays’ newspapers. Her eyes were closed just like her doors, her way was blocked and her window was covered with the same old papers. Her hands were free but her mind was handcuffed. Wasn’t that the picture of these young women’s caged souls that they were trying to find in new clothes, new bag and new shoes? Wasn’t that the biggest sarcasm of all times?

A woman in high heels and shinny leggings walked in the shop and passed by the glass box. Her hair was as red as her bleeding heart and her lips were coloured with the blood of murdered fox whose skin was now keeping  her body warm. But that wasn’t enough. She was looking for another one to extend her freedom that was now on sale. And she was supposed to hurry, not think even for a minute, but hurry. Everything was thought and everything was ready. All she needed to do was to hurry until her purse was empty. But was that going to stop her heart from bleeding?

She picked a few of the hung items and went to the fitting room to try them on her marketed body. “Any good?” ,asked the staff with a standardized smile on her face when she got out of FITTING ROOM. Where or what were all those women trying to fit in, in those little rooms?

“Hmm, I am not sure, I want something, something like …Oh I don’t know.”, she replied. Yes, she really didn’t know what was taken away from her .And those clothes were not going to bring that back. She felt it but she couldn’t describe it. They were not good enough to heal the hole in her soul which was bigger than the one she stylishly had on her leggings just below her million times sexualised and commercialised bum. Was she ever going to recover?

“They all look lost, don’t they?” asked the woman, surrounded with misinformation of old newspapers in the  glass cubicle, to her mad looking friend.

“You sound like you are recovering .But, yes for the first time you are right. They don’t seem to know what they are looking for, why they are in such a sneaky place like this.”, replied the mad one.“Look at their face, they have no expression any longer, they are all frozen, just like how you looked before you ended up here.”

“Be careful we might end up in a bloody dark glass. Don’t forget we are not allowed to talk, they might turn us into human again. God, that was painful! ”

“Oh, I don’t think you will ever recover. But at least you could have chosen to be frozen in a better mood. Sometimes it feels like a psychiatry ward in here.”

“And you always look mad, why did you choose that?”

“It was less painful my dear and it still is less painful!”

“When we were human looking for freedom, when we didn’t know that our freedom was murdered and sold us in those colourful big shops, bars, clubs and flights to farthest countries. When we didn’t know our freedom was limited with our bank account, how else did you try to taste the freedom?”

“Well, you really confuse me now. You sometimes manage to make sense with your malicious knowledge. But when I was human, I and most women were infected with the same thought. We really believed that our freedom was in between our legs and we all tried to taste it in sex. But that was only a sip of real freedom.”

“What if they realise that they have no real freedom and want to come  here and be a statue like us?”

“Oh, shut up, that will take them ages.”

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Whether you are a student or you have a full time job, maybe you are a manager  or you are a boss, whether you like what you do  or not we all like Fridays .As much as we like Fridays we hate Mondays. Why?

Monday morning. You wake up early when it is still dark. You don’t feel like eating anything but you need to wake up properly so you make a cup of strong coffee and you  leave home very quietly.

We all like fridays .

God! People on the street  are running and looking so stressed. So quiet, all you hear is their  footsteps. Sometimes it reminds  you of an army. Yes ,it is true. We are all part of the same army who fight to survive and who fight for better all the time. You are now familiar with some of the faces  that  you see every morning. Every face tells you something, they look into your eyes at least once which stimulates your and their  inner voices  early in the morning.

You are now at the stationwhich  is not very different form the street except it restricts people’s movements and makes them  push each other because of  the same worry or maybe fear they have.Unemployement!It is not so different if you drive, restrictions are everywhere. Pressure is on already before you  get to work.

Restrictions continue and get even worse at work, you  take endless orders whether you  like it or not. You  do what you   are told just like when you  were  taught when you  were  a child. You  meet  so many people from different cultures and different countries. They call it diversity which only works for big bosses’  bank account and brings them  more and more benefit. You need to tolerate all those differences regardless.

Your colleagues , some are genuine some are evil, but you  handle them ,well you have to. You are not even allowed to show your anger, are you? Most of them   die to control one  another and that makes you sick, but you still smile. You feel suppressed in everything you do.You know ,you are not the only one who feels that .Hierarchy bleeds all of you every day. The more people are suppressed the more they desire the  power to control  others .Endless fights for more power all and every day.

At the end of the day, you are on your way home, your legs are tired ,your  brain and your heart have been drained  by all those orders or maybe a little politely by all those requests. Your inner voice ,real you tells you that something is missing. You feel empty .Why?Because you have been banned from using your free will all day.Your existence is accepted only if you follow the rules.

That repeats every week day. What for? Just to earn some money to survive? You  go through that hell for five days to survive?  Really? No, no something is not right there.

In the modern society, none of us work  just  to survive .We all want more  and more money .Why?

Society recognises and identifies us  with what we  have. If you have a house in the city and another one by the beach and another one in abroad, if you have a luxury car of the best brand and a big company then you have a higher status than those who don’t have them. If you have a high status you have a power .If you have a power you have a voice.

What does power bring? When you have the power you can not be controlled .In fact ,the same society gives you right to make decisions on  behalf of those who have less money than you. Your voice is heard most.It is very clear that power brings more freedom.

Average person spends more than half of his life slaving at work to have more freedom.  He likes Fridays as he can do what he wants int the following two days as long as he affords. This is very important ,”as long as he affords”. His freedom is in his wallet. However he still enjoys the weekend .

Those who have enough freedom  to make the rules in society work even harder to stay in power all week. So they  like Fridays ,too. The weekends  are the only opportunity for them to have a break from the feeling of loss of what they have that brings them more freedom .

We all like Fridays as much as  we like freedoms.