The Sweet Taste Of Freedoom

With nothing to do I grab this book for a school project, I mean, I could hang out with my friends... Not like I really don't have nothing to do... Or, like, I don't have friends... I'm not these kind of nerds you see on TV...

Okay. "The Sweet Taste Of Freedoom". Really, I... It's best if I start reading it, it's not that big... Only 600 pages, nothing more, nothing less.

Ready.

Set. 

Go! 

"The sweet taste of freedoom, I tasted it today, when I left. I knew what I desired and I take it with satisfaction, after all..."

Okay...

I'm confused.

What is freedoom?

What is, REALLY, freedoom?

After all, if we divide this word we get two words, "free" and "doom".

Free, for those who carry wings.

Doom, for those who were condemn at birth or did something wrong, right?

So, does this mean that we have two groups in the society of nowadays? 

These stupid lucky ones, and the despized ones...

If we think like this, what are the limits to these two groups? 

Are we free for option or obligation? Then are we really free or doomed? 

Are we doomed because there we're bad decisions in our lives that we can't change or because we're stuck between two bad decisions? But if you have two options, then, can you consider yourself free?

Ah!!! My head is frying...

-Ethan! Are you ready? We need one more for my team. Wanna join in?

-Yeah! I'll play with you, guys!

I leave the "little" book on my bed and I jump off the window. After this I'll make sure that the next time I grab that book is for reading, or else, I'll need to go to the hospital...