Fog in my mind...

I am here feeding the pigeons wondering whats running in their mind. Most of them seem interested in the feed, few of them couldn't care less about it. few males are courting the females with few females falling for it. one common factor that binds them together is the non realization of their captivity, a state that they are so used to that they dont know what it is like to be outside. they get their food, rest, physical craving is taken care of. but no freedom. but then what good is freedom if they dont realize its worth. i wonder if they can even survive the harsh outside world given their docile nature of captivity. but aren't they supposed to take their chance and live their life. poor things! dont have 6th sense is my consolation. time for me to bid farewell to the poor creatures. but hey wait! am i seeing a common thread? how many of us have taken our chance? aren't we so used to the comfort zone that we fail to see whats outside despite our supposed 6th sense? Aren't we like the Turkeys who are fed well until the day, slaughtered. without even realizing our fate, living a routine (turkey's) life. and one fine day tragedy befalls us and we get shocked out of our root and wonder why us, as if we had a choice in controlling events. Does that mean we are mere puppets in the hands of something that has grandeur plans? i dont have an answer. may never get the answer. suddenly i find myself smiling, even beginning to envy those creatures. Fog in my mind seems to fade as i walk out.