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Monday, October 26, 2015

Perpetual Freedom

"But, people carry a baggage that weighs them down –and they look for freedom around like someone wishes to find a four-leaf clover, accidentally. They have idiosyncratic beliefs, they often feel poignancy and experience a deep sense of slavery. They validate others and let others validate them. When the validation wasn’t through, they feel a strong desire of resignation, withdrawal from human connection and all social dogmas. 

Disappearance and disconnecting from external world becomes necessity and they dump themselves in isolation like something being absorbed by black hole. They become elusive, like they are ricocheting somewhere in between. They lose capability of affection even for those who never validate them. Nothing makes sense and they stop deriving meaning from things. They feel like an unknown mass with no gravity, floating in an unknown universe or multiverse. 

They want to be nothing and prolong for being nothing, belonging nowhere. Concept of freedom is quite misleading, it has nothing to do with anything that is visible. It is all about some intangible, abstract thing that goes on in the mind when they wake up in the middle of sleep around 3 in morning. Put hands at back of the head and stare at the empty corners of roof, think of all the possible enigmatic sorrows. Like that is the only way for existence and they nourish their sorrows as if they miss the comfort of being sad. 

Perpetual sadness is where they find their lost self and gain affection towards others reflecting the same world. Happiness becomes so scary that they repel the idea of happiness. Freedom of mind and soul is what makes you free from all the worldly notions. People need mental floss. Slavery of mind is source of poignancy. Mind is like the isotope of both –immense pleasure and deepest sorrow."

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