There is an immediate feeling of want when one who has succumbed almost his entire life into something is freed. If you could bear with me, imagine being confined in a box for a year. People conditioned you that, that is the life you got to live but deep in your heart it's not. Inside, you could find almost all the material things in the world anyone could crave for.
You thought; No, they thought these things could quench your thirst - but it can't; It turned out to be empty. And, dry as the desert of Arabia. The only relief you've had is a paycheck every end or middle of the month and the consolation of the thought you've eased the need of the people who needed you to be inside the box for quite a long time.
Sometimes, being out of the box would only mean getting inside another box. Only - it's another story, another musing of complains. There really is a requirement of how we should live a life. A need for us to be comfortable; like - accepting things as predestined circumstance.
While there may be lots of things there is, we're only left with few options - to live a life of choice. Choice how we would live our lives along with others we care. Choice how we would make a living amidst the ailing clandestine voices of cravings from inside among other boxes. Choice to depart or not.
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And so it came to pass that you are now able to think outside the box. No let me correct that - you have destroyed the box in fact. How does that feel. Liberating, I suppose? :)
Figuratively, I only see ourselves inevitably always put into a box of every situation. You may not have necessarily destroyed it but it's always way open for your liberty. It's an oracle - like a raging river that runs through the rocks. And, like everything is subject to the gravity, so does our situations will fall to a certain box but fate is decided upon by ourselves. Destiny does not entirely dictates.
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