I think we are both bound and unbound. Unbound in principle and bound in practice. Bound by our weaknesses, by our fears, our ambitious and egos. We are reportedly unbound in our potential. This sense of binding feels very suffocating at times, more so when all of our actions some how direct us to be free from bindings and dependency. We have invented so many relations, contexts and what not to disperse this load, but I don’t think it really works. It’s like throwing a hot ball from one hand to another in a hope of relief. Well thinking about it again, it does work! doesn't it; at least it gets us going. So where does lie the true joy of life, the redemption or the signs of its trail. I don’t bloody know. I am weak, I fear, I envy and I am all of it. Didn’t choose to be what I am, it’s a result of the natural progression of my life. I am happy when I am achieving against odds, it’s mostly and ironically always relative to how others are doing. I can’t believe that continuous achievement can lead to continuous happiness. More so when achievement is usually bundled with many failures, so this method wouldn’t work in practice. So what should one do? I don’t know really. I have some clues. Some vague and also some morally ingrained conscious actions which might help. Have to try and see.Anyways that’s that for now.
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