Rebellious
For rebelling against freedom
I have a rebellious soul and I just found out that it has been tamed all its life. but lions do not stay tamed when their owner opens their cage. My soul carries its shackles around until the sky starts to rain, for what is rain but the clouds bursting out of repression. And so the shackles rust and the brown they produce melts onto my skin, that is how I know I will not be tamed again.
We free ourselves from imprisonment, only to find a wider space ready to receive us. We grow weaker breaking barrier through barrier, until we reach one and we decide it’s comfortable enough for us to settle down and start a life.
Has anyone asked, however, what is a person’s limit? what is a limitless person?
what can we reach? and what will we reach? is it wisdom? power? holiness? death? or is it far beyond? perhaps it is a false date of liberty.
I say look not above but deep below. look into your existence and prove to yourself that it is no illusion. then ask yourself once more: Is it though?
We live by the threads of reality and imagination, one pulling the other. Once we reach the limit of one, we depend on the other to come forth. However, we hit a blocked road when they interweave. We hit what we call rock bottom.
What is Freedom?
freedom is the illusion of being able to live by one’s imagination, without being struck in the face with reality.
Why Freedom?
Because we were born off of freedom, even though we are not free nor were the ones that bore us. Because our names were chosen freely for us, because our race, religion, gender were chosen for us. Because in us sparks the fire of rebellion. That is why Freedom.
How Freedom?
By acknowledging that freedom doesn’t exist. Only then are we free of our idiocy. Only then will we be not too proud, not too prudent, not too arrogant and ignorant to understand what life is. Life is not freedom, Life is endurance.
What freedom we have is in living out the unknown, but without endurance, we become enslaved to the reality we chose. Freedom is not being afraid of the unknown. Wisdom is enduring whatever that is.
