one day you will see, but is not that day yet;
one day you will feel that you are your own slave, the slave of your own mind.
No one keeps you rooted, no one keeps you slave.
You are the slave of your own bias.
Concept bias, moral bias, religion bias, language bias, thinking bias, personality bias, sex bias, skin bias, all kind of biasses.
And in that day you will see that all your search for freedom was a goose chase. A fake rumble, a useless spin in the hamster wheel.
Freedom comes when you realize that all you do and say is conditioned by the one thought: someone cares about me, cares about what I say, cares about what I do.
And in that moment of silence, when you stare perplex to the grantor of your own lie and deception…you say: fuck that. I am not lying to myself any more.
Freedom comes when you realize that all this perception of care is false. In the moment when you realize that no one gives a shit about you, you are free to do what you feel.
You are free to speak, your are free to do, you are you.
In that moment you can be you. and only you. And you do not need to justify your life any more. not one second.
In that moment you grasp the first perception of your unicity.
You are not hurt, you are not offended, you are not judgmental, because in reciprocity, you do not give a flying fuck.
Something lifts up from your shoulders, and from your heart. That is freedom. you feel it, you do not think it.
…and in that moment you see the world as it is and you accept it…
one day my friend, one day.
bralgei shackry
