You can make excuses for how to live or you can live.
I choose to live. It's often people disagree with my choice and quite often I remind them that it's not theirs to make.
I wanted to be angry, last month or the month before that, when an old friend tells me that I'm imprisoned and literally the only way out is to write. It's amusing because I do write, but it's not freedom according to him, because it's everything I don't want to write. Yet I am writing so I must be free.
We claim to be free but are we?
I know my friend thinks he is right and I'm not free.
"So, it's easy... just write a way out." he says.
This is out. This is freedom. Why doesn't it feel liberating to do as he demands?
Nothing you force yourself to do is freedom.
Freedom is an illusion.
Yet everyone loves an illusion.
It’s an illusion that my friend has in their mind thinking about how or why I am doing or rather not doing.
It’s not silence or guilt... it is living, just simply living, that has created this impasse between writing what it is necessary as opposed to what I want. It isn’t a prison but I am not free in the way that his illusion needs me to be.
Use your mind not your reaction and you’ll see there is nothing more than your imagination that you’ve let run wild.
This is something I wrote about pointing fingers...
Do you live your life or focus on how others live theirs?
Enjoy!
Kisses, m.
I wish he would simply tell me. Ask me. Treat me like a person who he said he once cared for.
I listen and wait for his words that have yet to come.
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