Ironic Freedom
I am Sad. I am
lonely beyond words. I have been crying my heart out but is still not enough to
lighten my heart and at least lessen the burden inside. I am sad but I do not
know the reason. I am surrounded by people and friends, yet still I am lonely.
I am a sinner but instead of being punished I am still being rewarded. I
believe in karma, and I have been waiting for it to strike me down for al the
transgressions I have committed yet until now fate seems to be dancing in tune
with me. I want many things, and though I cannot have all of it I am still
being given and indulged even in part. I am not earning my keep yet I wake up
in my own time and eat at my leisure in my own house. I live in luck. So a
friend of mine said.
It has been two
years since I last lived my life in schedule. When I had to wake up in time to
go to work. When I earned my money and buy things from my own sweat and effort.
Sick and tired of slaving for work I vehemently wished to be able to stop working
but still live in comfort. When it came true I was elated. But now I’m not sure
if it was a cruel joke meant to punish me.
Freedom is the
strongest shackle in this life. This bar-less prison is the hardest place to
escape from. People delude themselves into thinking that responsibility is evil
and that freedom is gratifying. Freedom is absolute and pure. And it is also
the biggest responsibility of all. We all want to be free from something. Our
history is wrought of many struggles for freedom. Our life as well. I wanted to
be free from work. I wanted to be free from my obligations. But when I finally
got this freedom i was wanting for the longest time, I felt fear. Having
freedom was like being given a piece of clay. I was free to mould it any way I
want. But it was horrifying knowing that with the limitless possibilities also
mean limitless consequences.
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