Everyone wants to be free. I want to be free.
I want to live in a place where I don't have to worry about anything, a place where I can just live. A place where I can sleep when I want, eat when I want, do what ever I feel like. Go for walks, chill and watch people go by. Have just enough for a satisfied life, really don't need too many fancy things...just my iPhone and some clothes. Want to live a life of giving, live a life filled with charity work. You know..give back to the community..give back to the people who really need it.
I want to live in a place where I am free; a place where I am disconnected. It would be so liberating a feeling...just being able to make either of the two choices in front of you without consequences or repercussions; the path could take you anywhere but hey- it's ok. To have the luxury of going where ever the wind may take you is one luxury that very very few people can afford. It's not something people want to achieve on a regular basis...goals these days are all about big money, nice cars with nice girls to put in them and about getting the best job, stacking the most cash.
It fails me to understand how it's possible that people now live to work instead of the age-old work to live policy. What is happening to us and when did we become this way? There is a disgusting feeling that compels us to give up our lives and fight every desire to live our lives in peace, instead to struggle and stack the money so high that even we ourselves can't climb it anymore.
Keep in mind that I am not talking about money here.. That's another long, long, long post. I'm just talking about the sacrifices we make of our freedom for gain; financial or otherwise. It takes a very strong person to be able to just leave, move away. Someone so unattached that they could just up/and/GO. At a moments notice, at the drop of a hat, in the blink of an eye. In fact I recall us discussing a bag, a very special "run-away" bag...even I have mine ready and waiting. But the leave has become from a once hopeful reality to now a distant dream. Leave you say? Leave? Keep dreaming. Stop me if I'm wrong, but think about your situation for a second...can you up and leave? Just grab that bag and go away forever? What about 2 years? Ok what about 6 months...can you just leave for even for that long?
I doubt it. It's all because of those mental anchors we have you know. What the hell does that even mean? "I can't leave now, look at how much I've invested!" or "No it's not possible now because I have these obligations and these classes I'm taking" and "Of course I can leave! Soon as this comes in and that's finished and he returns this at the end of the contract.." There will always be a reason, and the one after that better than the first. It has become impossible due to our mental anchors, may it be business or family & friends, or even something like school or money or xyz etc. We have so many mental anchors and obligations and assets holding us back that there is no more room to breathe! No more room to be able to take a week off and just chill without either guilt or permission..it's really a shame if you look at it from my point of view. All I can see are people chained to themselves, if that makes any sense.
I always wondered what was so gratifying about doing charity work. Figured it was all about the goodness in you and the reward would be something like self pride or self worth or etc. I never thought about it like this before; to work for charity isn't the hard part. It's the taking time away, days away from your regular life to just GO. Go and see what can be done for the poor, needy and misfortunate. The reward comes in when you are able to successfully rip away from everything around you, fight the quicksand and get out. The feeling must be absolutely peaceful, and so...free. This is why they have smiles on their faces; they have made a conscious choice in the fast paced world around them to be able to fly.
I wish for a such kind of freedom. Remember you can never run towards freedom, and you can never outrun it either. Freedom is not taught, it is not given, it is not sold or bought. It is not replaceable or collectible. Freedom is taken, freedom is earned. It is a mentality that one has to assume; and it has to be freedom or death...because life is too short to waste away in days we can no longer breathe in between.