Writing thought
When there is nothing to write
When there is thoughts but no means in sight
Choicy Thoughts
The choices which we believe were made by us and us only are the ones that sting the most when they go bad.
Is it ok then to regret them? The instinct says NO, the human in me says yes. Only by realizing the bad choices, can one really make new better ones. Or can one? it is not about making choices. Depending on the years past since the bad choices are made, one may be just too chicken to make a harder choice. Even then, how can I trust myself to make better choices?
Didnt I make one, against all odds, against the whole world, against the norm and it blew up in my face. Can I trust myself to make more choices or just stay there mute, watching shriveling as I die a painful death in shackles. How do I know this is not the best thing that can ever happen to me. Do I dare to dream more?
Freedom is just a concept, an ideology which sounds good to hear about. When is man really free form his conceptions, beliefs, urges, prejudices, decisions, comforts?
The irony is although I may be free to make my own choices, I am not free enough to make none! Is that real freedom. It seems life is contrary to freedom, although I am free to make choices, but not all of them even if it concerns no one just me.
What then is freedom? It may seem like freedom is to life what good is to evil, existance of one is dependent on another.
Conflicting thoughts
What is it that makes you want more of something you cant forgive or forget. Heart is such a wuss and ofcorse brain – so sexually desperate. Adult life teaches us that desires are conflicting, dreams can be nightmares, nightmares can be lived. One thing which it doesnt teach us is to let go, get out and break the shackles. So what is life but a stockholm syndrome. Breaking free isnt easy, because shackles are everywhere, you break one, others spring up instantaneously.
Moving on is difficult, often important things are difficult, but if its only about things life would be easy.