Free

I just wrote for 30 minutes and then held down 'delete'. It was a waste of words.
It essentially said, "I have all of these things to do take care of in my life and I am not."
I don't want to shut off. I don't want to throw a pity party. I just want to change.

It seems that "trying" to change has only changed things in they same way that Novocaine changes a decayed tooth.

Are we truly free? If so, why doesn't it feel like it? Where is the imaginary line place in our minds to say that something is or isn't possible-- that we are stuck?


"It is those that think they are truly free who are the ones enslaved."*

It is us who are truly free, but we have our excuses not to try to find out.

"It is only when we've lost everything, that we're free to do anything."**

It is human to deny freedom for the sake of what we love.



Shalom.


*Paraphrased from Zeitgeist II
** From Fight Club