Glass Cage

The elevator was quite full. I was standing in the middle. I could not recognize anyone among the people standing beside me. I could not even recall getting into that elevator, I never intended to. I was in a strange building packed with innumerous strangers. Each floor on that building was not merely a tier, instead each floor represented a different destination, profession, an entirely different world. Everyone was supposed to select a floor and live there for the rest of his or her life. Most of the strangers around me seemed to know where exactly did they intend to go. I was not sure. The very idea of choosing just one floor and being there for the rest of my life bored me. Nonetheless, there were moments of occasional clarity between indecisiveness but everytime I stepped towards a particular floor, bewilderment and ennui encompassed me, loathness took me over. My mind was scrambled. I wanted to be on each floor, I wanted to see everything. I thought it would be unchallenging to give preference to one floor over others but that was just an erroneous assumption. 

I stepped out of the elevator for I could not choose, still baffled and incessantly longing for mutually contradicting things at the same time. While I was trying to introspect the situation, I saw some familiar faces. They did not pay attention towards me. I screamed my lungs out, they did not seem to hear, either they could not discern my voice or they were deliberately playing oblivious. I begged for help, they paid no heed to my petition. I was wailing, screaming, begging while endeavoring to get out of the cursed building but no one seemed to hear me. It was as if I were caged in a glass enclosure, they all could see me but I was not audible to them. They left, they all did, they could easily pick where they wanted to be. While I was left all alone, miserable, vulnerable, hopelessly hopeless and frustrated due to dreadful confusion. I could not even weep anymore. Staying at one place for the rest of my life? The very boredom associated with this boring idea bored me. After contemplating for a while, I finally decided to go ahead. What else could I have done? Leaving the building seemed beyond the bounds of possibility. You think I did not try? I did, countless times, persistently. But it was futile. I was not allowed to leave, I could not leave. Everything was doomed to be doomed. I stood in anguish and walked towards the elevator again, rather morosely. Soon after, I woke up, tears trickled down my cheeks. Never had I felt so powerless before, despite the fact that it was just a dream, it gave the impression of being closely aligned to reality for it is quite veracious that we all doubt, get puzzled, face conflicts especially when it comes to choices that possess the ability to produce even wee changes in our future. I am not certain what happened next. Nevertheless, I wonder which floor did I choose when I finally plucked up the courage to do so.