It begins strangely enough on Sundays at around four in the afternoon. (If you work Monday-Friday) the unsettling feeling of feeling lost and not knowing how to find your way back home. The sense of being imprisoned for a crime you truly do not remember committing – yet it keeps you locked up in a small space day after day.
Some people enjoy its confines – they wouldn’t know how to live life without it. For some people freedom is a curse and is just a synonym for imprisonment. For others freedom is as necessary as water and the air we breathe in order to survive.
That’s what kills some people – the enforcement of living against their own nature. The shackles of preconceived notions and beliefs of what and how people should live and act can also be the noose that at last sets them free.
Death is not the answer – when speaking of freedom and nooses – they are metaphors – which I incorporate a lot – whether they are in vogue or not.
Death – is the surrendering of ones self to the armies of “this is what should be” or “that’s not how to do it – watch me.” When you lose your true self – when you compromise for the sake of being accepted or inclusion; that is death. We all die thousands of times in our lifetime – we suppress to impress – we vacate to placate. (Do I sound like Clyde?) But with every second that passes we have the opportunity to be reborn.
So us crazy dreamers – the ones with the thoughts and ideas of making this world a happier place – we die thousands of times – but its those moments of rebirth that we look to – the moments when the truth is clear and our souls are free – those moments we cling to. Those are moments no one can ever take away.
Be Yourself
Freddy Zalta 