There were many times in my life I just wanted to feel Free. Free to say what I wanted. Free to do what I wanted. Free to have what I wanted.
Yet I couldn’t feel this so-called “freedom”. I only felt ‘limited’. Which eventually turned into ‘imprisoned’. I turned that outward as the fault of my situational circumstances, of capitalism, the Powers That Be, and then eventually the totality of the 3rd Dimension.
Then as I turned my gaze inward I saw the warden WAS me. I was the one that created this reality that validated this imprisonment. This containment. I was choosing stasis, not death and rebirth. It’s not that I was dying, it was that parts of me were just too damn afraid to live!
There are still times I feel this lack of freedom. I know in my essence it is an illusion. A construct. A protection…
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