Robot: I Want to Live Without Control!

      

         If I were to compare my life to something, it would be a robot. A machine programmed to follow commands, never straying from the path laid out for it. That’s how I feel—controlled, my independence stripped away, my desires buried under the weight of expectations. I grew up with everything decided for me. What I wore, what I ate, where I went—it was all in their hands. I rarely go out. I’ve grown used to staying home because the moment I step outside, I’m called back, as if the world beyond my doorstep is too dangerous for me to explore. I feel trapped, like a robot restricted by code, kept from the things that would make me feel alive.

        But even though it hurts, even though this control stifles me, I can’t forget the love behind it. My parents love me; I know they do. They think that by controlling me, by holding me back, they’re protecting me. But in their attempt to protect, they’ve forgotten to ask: Am I happy? Do they know what I truly feel inside, or are they blind to the quiet longing I carry every day?

        All I want is to enjoy my youth. I want the freedom to make my own choices, to experience life beyond the walls that have been built around me. I wish they would trust me—trust that I won’t ruin my future if they loosen the reins just a little. Everyone wants to be free. Sometimes, I wonder why others can go out with friends, why they can laugh and roam without the constant pull of control. Is it because their parents trust them more? I wish mine could do the same.

        I know that one day, when the time is right, I’ll find that freedom I’ve been dreaming of. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but one day. I’m still young, and I have so much ahead of me. I’m not the only one who feels like this—there are others like me, others who live like robots, waiting for the moment they can break free.

        We all have our own clocks, our own timelines. I believe that when the right time comes, we’ll finally be able to say goodbye to this robotic existence, to the life that’s been controlled by others. We’ll reclaim ourselves, free to live on our terms.

        For now, we wait. But that day will come. 

PS: I wrote this when I was 17 years old, Right now, I am 20 years old and I could say that I am not a robot anymore. I hope this story of mine inspire more people.