“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 sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can’t be any large-scale revolution until there’s a personal revolution, on an individual level. It’s got to happen inside first.”
― Jim Morrison
Tag: freedom
Freedom.
Freedom is defined as the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants. Also as the state of not being imprisoned or enslaved.
Keeping these definitions in mind, are any of us really free?
Sometimes I wish to be more free.
From the restraints placed on me by everybody.
They tell me they love me for me, but thats all a lie, because how can you really love me if you’ve never even met me?
Only your version of me,
Of who you wish I could be.
I’m not perfect, nor do I wish to be.
So may I be perfectly imperfect, and who I want to be?
Suffocating…
I feel like I’m suffocating.
S.C.
Metamorphosis is a choice.
Some fly freely like a butterfly,
without any restraints or ties to past situations.
Others stay bound within their self-designated cocoon to be a product of their environment despite their constant struggle to break free.
We are the one’s who dictate whether we will flow freely and adapt to new situations like water,
or constantly struggle with fear of newness and progression and stay stuck in a constant cycle of degradation.
The lock and the key is fear.
Ultimately, Metamorphosis is a choice.
S.C.
Admiring Love From A Far.
I admire love from a far because thats all i’ve ever done and all I know how to do. I love to love,
I live to love,
I love to witness love.
I love to witness love flourish and develop; the romance open its wings and fly. I love to be present during the process of love,
to aid in love,
to encourage in love,
to assist in love.
I am love, but I do not love. I do not love because I cannot love. because love is not synonymous with fear. When it comes to life I am welcoming, energetic, and full of insight. When it comes to love I am uneasy, cautious and insecure.
I want to love and be loved back. Thats all I want and all i’ve ever wanted.
But I am not easy to love,
I am dangerous to love.
none but one will ever get the chance to love me, because one is all I need. One that will give me his all without fear.
I am only human, plagued with imperfections.
Do my imperfections and perplextions sway the direction of your affection?
I hope not.
S.C.
The Morality of a Fountain
Give nothing, Get left with nothing.
Give everything, get left with nothing.
Maybe the problem lies in expecting to be left with something other than nothing.
No one can love me better than I love me.
No one can appreciate me more than I appreciate myself.
So why should I feel entitled to it from others?
I have an everlasting supply of love and appreciation within myself for myself that not everyone has.
I am a fountain – who am I to deny a thirsty person a drink?
should I expect a fee even from the thirstiest who come to drink?
S.C.
Who Am I?
The moon in the midst of a solar eclipse,
The sky while the sun is rising and the moon is still present,
The earth while the first buds of spring emerge on a tree while the snow melts from its roots,
A catepillar snug its cocoon, waiting patiently for its time to emerge,
All are elements in between stages, in the midst of a mass change. waiting patiently for life’s cue and direction.
Putting their trust in their purpose and the cycle of their existence to determine the outcome.
Certainly Uncertain.
S.C.
TRANQU(ILL) 