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Free! Are we?

"I NEED TO LIVE MY LIFE THE WAY I WANT TO !"

The word freedom is hypocritical in its self, as there is never really any freedom, just as there is never a perfect point of 'perfection.' Every time we walk a step closer to what we believe a free world is, we simply ignore the different sets of responsibilities that load our shoulders (till they droop). The moment we feel we're nearing what we believe freedom is, we naively overlook the different locks of life that are waiting to chain us down all over again. They're just locks of a different color, size, and kind.


The concept of "freedom" is an illusion, something like a mirage, where you chase something that really doesn't exist. We cry so loudly and crib to the people closest to us, about how we're locked down in the metaphorical cages of life, without understanding that we never really get rid of those cages. Instead, as we step out of one, we tend to walk into another.

Freedom is truly understanding and accepting the constraints in life, finding a way out of some, and making peace with some. These constraints never really go; they only change in form. Sometimes we walk towards a door, believing it will lead us to our freedom. In fact, when we walk out of it, we even believe that we are a lot freer than we were, till a certain amount of time has elapsed and our vision clears up to find the walls we ignored, that were surrounding us all this while. It is really the day we accept life, and the chains, locks and constrains it bounds us with, is when we slow the pace at which we blindly chase what we defined freedom as.

In fact, this is when our journey to an independent life unfolds with ease. The toughest thing to do is to live a simple life. For as humans, we tend to complicate life, under the assumption that we are 'trying to resolve the problems' we face in it.

More than often, that belief is also false!

I am not asking for you to make peace with the worst phase of your life, and stop striving for what might be a better future for you. But it is important to understand and accept the negatives and positives attached to each phase of life. It is important to feel and value being satisfied with life and again.

True freedom, I believe, is when you learn to feel satisfied with what life has to give you. For freedom, like perfection, is Utopian by nature.

Comments

  1. Wow!! :)guess i would write a few more lines, but m just too lazy :P but loved it :)

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  2. hahahaa really? get outta here *blusshes*

    overacting much? =P

    fine we'l keep it simple ---> Thanks! =D

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  3. hmmmmm well said and written....freedom is all in the mind :P

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  4. Good one....

    From my perspective, freedom is in a sense giving us the right to choose which constraints to pick..which one to make peace with and which one to run over ;)

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  5. @coffee's mom: hehehehe Its a Mind Game I tell you! =P

    @KRNambiar - EXACTLY! "And true freedom is when you feel satisfied with what life has to give you." ( Discretion is important ) (Y)

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