It feels like raindrops and it feels like heat.
It breezes away the worries of the heart that beats.
Freedom you are mine...
without you I am not human, I am meat!
The sentiment is well understood by all (black, brown and white; alike). Its so well understood that it morphs into any meaning one wants it to have. For we are free to interpret freedom in our own way. In the smallest things we do in life, we want to be free to make the choice. How we live life should be our business not anyone else's. How we cling to the past and how we plan for the future, how we love and how we hate, who we love and who we hate...we must have freedom for all that!
It happens or it doesn't is another story altogether. Most of us don't even want freedom to that level that it is acutely felt... most of us are happy with the notion of freedom at the national level, community level and cultural level... for an individual, freedom doesn't seem to account much. We all have acclimatized to the notion that "man is a social animal" and so independence is not real, its just a matrix pulled over our eyes until the social human nature obligates us to behave in a way that defies freedom.
So you are free to be you until the world wants otherwise. Of course independence is cherished and a quality admired by many. But not without a dash of disdain...
If you are independent, people will hail you for your individuality...but a green monster in them would always want to see you crumble and seek dependence.
If you believe in free thinking and free living, people will appreciate your guts and glorify your nerve...but a conformist in them would want to see you fail and fall back on common knowledge and living with the world.
If you are free enough to wear you heart up your sleeve and put yourself out there, people will pump you up and pour over suggestions...but a cynic in them would always want to tell you one day "there is no such thing as true love".
So as dear as freedom is to all of us and as dearly as we covet independence, its the sublime greyness of human nature that makes it surreal. You can depend on it for as long as you are prepared to be "out-standing", an aberration, an anomaly, an outlier...The moment you decide to be free and yet belong somewhere, you are lost! Individual freedom of thought and action is never conforming to anything that the society thinks is a way of life. Independence is encouraged but actually not expected of anyone...
Everyone must have a role model..or a mentor...or a pillar of strength...
Why that is necessary, nobody waits to brood over it! Eventually, people who keep striving for a free existence (in every sense) are left deliberating the life they made on their own. Their mistakes and their successes are their own but there is always a nagging doubt... was the independence really worth its while?!... Life would have been so much easier had I not been so free...
Where has all this depth come from at such an age, payal? AWESOME!!!
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