Open your eyes
How can I set free anyone who dosen't have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom? I think it's a lie - people claim they want to be free - everybody insists that freedom is what they want the most, the most sacred and precious thing a man can possess. But that's bullshit! People are terrified to be set free - they hold on to their chains. They fight anyone who tries to break those chains. It's their security...
I think people resist freedom because they're afraid of the unknown.
The only solution is to confront yourself with the greatest fear imaginable. Expose yourself to yourself to your deepest fear. After that, fear has no power, and fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.
The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your senses for an act. You give up your ability to feel and in exchange, put on a mask.
Some people surrender their freedom willingly--but others are are forced to surrender it. Imprisonment begins with birth. Society, parents; they refuse to allow you to keep the freedom you are born with.
Teachers, religious leaders - even friends, or so-called friends -- take over where the parents leave off. They demand that we feel the only feelings they want and expect from us. They demand all the time that we preform feelings for them. We're like actors-turned loose in this world to wander in search of a phantom ... endlessly searching for a half-forgotten shadow of our lost reality. When others demand that we become the people they want us to be, they force us to destroy the person we really are. It's a subtle kind of murder ... the most loving parents and relatives commit this murder with smiles on their faces.
A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself - and especially to feel. Or not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is ... Most people love you for who you pretend to be ... To keep their love, you keep pretending - preforming. You get to love your pretense ... It's true, we're locked in an image, an act - and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image - they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forgot all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it - they feel like you're trying to steal their most precious possession.
Hahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Woooohooooooo...
Friends!
- "You know Rohit. Everyone can't be like you, who always lives for the moment. This life of a backpacker."
Hahahahahaahahahahahahahahaha!
posted by Once the Conman at 1:13 PM
6 Comments:
i am amazed at your clarity of thought.. this post just makes perfect sense.. I've been thinking this way all this while, and you've just said it bang on
I agree, it makes sense to me.
But then again, freedom is subjective, the parameters can't be generalised.
When you know what your friends and family want of you, and still choose to be that way consciously, well, there's a sense of freedom in that too.
I'd say, different strokes for different folks.
You just spoke about something I have been thinking about the past week. Helped me put a few things into perspective, thanks....
god u people sound like some boring textbook..noone wants to read but have to ..rohit you've come up with some mindblowing blogs..wheres all that passion at man
Cowlick: It's what I truly truly feel. It's one reason why in the first place I don't really enjoy making friends, even though I hate to be lonely. But it's just so much better an option than having to fake it all the time.
People wanna hear what I have to say, because what I say is really what I feel. But everyone seems to have a problem with it once it comes out of my mouth. Sometimes I feel they're just so terrified of the truth.
Fabulash: Cool.
Fingers: True. Freedom is really different to different people. Whatever rocks their boat.
Holding back what I have to say or what I feel doesn't rock mine though.
Even though an astrologer, after looking at my chart told me, "Rohit, you just need to do one thing - After 9pm just shut up. Don't open your mouth to anyone," I can't manage to do that. Two drinks down and I start off.
Evenstar: I'm glad it helped you.
Anonymous: What the fuck you talking about in the first part of your message. As for where's my passion gone... if you think it's disappeared, it keeps happening from time to time. Going and coming back.
It'll be back... some time.
@anon
have to?? man, i didn't know someone was holding a gun to your head.. poor you
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