Is this freedom? We were fooled right the beginning, ain't it God?
This is what happens when you realize that you are trapped. “The best way to keep a prisoner from escaping is to make sure he never knows he’s in prison.” ― Fyodor Dostoyevsky
A middle class man gets up from his good plumpy bed in the bright morning.
He gets ready for his work. He needs to make assignments and give a presentation to the board of directors. He wakes up his wife and the household chores begin.
Their kids wake up and get ready for school after 2 hours. The cooking is almost done and you can just simply smell the wholesome aroma of the spices mixed with fried onions, which are to be given in the chicken stew.
The kids go to school. The mom is at home. Not realizing how to use her free time most effectively, she gets on the phone calls her own mom, relatives, etc. The school ends… Her hubby is home. The food is just hot again with the help of microwave.
The night swallows the day and then, again, they make their beds like they did yesterday and sleep. Perhaps, just the dreams were different in the monotonous life which they abided.
Wow… I don’t even remember how things used to be. How I used to be a child. How I used to smile all day, like my mother tells now…
Perhaps, I had no burden on my shoulders.
I was free…
The thing is maturity is a worked out concept.
This day only… while unlocking my bicycle from the garage of my Karate Dojo… I was looking at these little kids talking and how they were smiling all the damn time.
The cycle unlocks… the click sound is in the air but something… some realization is still making my eyes locked on these little children. What is it?
The rains start. And in this little drops of rain, I realize that perhaps…
I have lost my childhood.
And along with that my little freedom.
The cycle is free… I take it out from the shed… I’m still looking…
In these little moments of reality, our lives change by such an magnanimous amount… After growing all this while.. Perhaps, I’m losing it. I’m losing my childhood all along…
Now the main question is: am i letting it slip all along?
Maturity… It’s relative.
And varies from person to person.
Circumstances to circumstances…
I look around in my filled-up class… The front rows are booked by the toppers. The backbench es are reserved… But no one gives care where you sit. They themselves aren’t aware of the fact that there’s an internal game playing.
It’s the karmic tendencies… it’s the fact that if you are welcomed in an empty auditorium, you will find a particular place to sit. But that place might hold a different meaning to you and your body and your karma.
I have a bad habit of deviating from my topic.
Freedom… it’s not the struggle for independence.
But most importantly, I recently realized that freedom is another relative concept.
Just like Nelson Mandela said in his autobiography… (I read that in Class 10 CBSE…)
I was born free — free in every way that I could know. Free to run in the fields near my mother’s hut, free to swim in the clear stream that ran through my village, free to roast mealies under the stars and ride the broad backs of slow-moving bulls
Perhaps, freedom was .. When we were children, there was no pressure.
None.
We could play whenever we want. We could watch TV… wee could do a lot of things… until we fed up or until our parents one day, came and said, ‘you little piece of shit, this isn’t a right way to spend your time. Do something else… STUDY, you idiot!.’ 🙂
But now, things have changed… We have become conscious and perhaps, we are in this loops of day and night…
This night and day… I looked at the clock. The clock didn’t change. The only changed thing was us. Our mind, our efforts and petty hard works… all in the hope that
One day it would be worth it…
In the that hope, so many of us have kept a lot of loved things at stake.
For some it’s the money which he/she pays for his son’s heavy coaching classes for competitive exams. For some it is the little owed loans taken in order to see her daughter to rise above all the clouds…
For some … well, there are a lot of examples . And I don’t think I should waste your time with it.
Look at yourself in the mirror… is it freedom?
Waking up, studying every day for at least 5 hours, eating, doing the same thing over and over again, and then, again, making our night bed and sleeping it off.
Escaping the realty.
In the monotonous routine of our lives…
we have been sucked in this vortex of the storms which are binding our destinies.
What if we never achieve the freedom? What if freedom can never be achieved?
If we look back from the present day, all the dots get connected. All of them… But why are you able to make this assumption… It’s only because you have come somewhere in your life today and that has happened only because you kept up.
You searched for freedom and realized it has aspects… Aspects?
Don’t forget freedom is a relative concept. For freedom… freedom might mean your choice on how you can spend your own money, freedom might mean taking a long break from your work for your vacations., freedom might mean to not wake up for something you hate doing…
Relativeness is a built in shit lying scattered in the dusts of this failed dying world.
It has already started turning into the dust… But though there is still hope… The Earth might need a freedom from us… From the Sun, from the Solar System and all the things which it wants to get relieved from…
Being Human is Not a Limitation But a Possibility to Transcend Limitations
And perhaps there is a part of us also… which strives to be free all these times. Which resists this bodily cage. Because it knows… whether iron bars or bars plated with the richest of diamonds… a cage is still a cage.
It wants to transcend this limitation… But still it can’t :)
Because WE aren’t giving more efforts to be conscious enough.
Read some more in your free time :)
Thanks for reading :)