Shackles

Will I break the bands of iron I use to bind me and limit my thinking? Will I cut asunder the chain's that impair my character and lock away my soul? I have blamed my failures upon other things, but it hasn't made living any easier for me.

Bands of iron: my thinking is limited because I lack pertinent knowledge and vital facts.

Chain's: my understanding is inoperable, I cannot understand the plight of others, yet, I need them to understand mine.

I fail in wisdom; I cannot wisely live, so I live unwisely.

I cannot think; so weeds have grown without thinking.

I cannot direct my path; so I wind up in places I can draw neither strength, nor courage from.

I cannot function properly as what I am; a human being.

I have forsaken the one element that separates the animal kingdom from the kingdom of men; the mind and its capacity to think.  Will I break the bands of iron, or cut asunder the chain's that has held me a lifetime in shackles, or will I remain the same, in shackles?