Freedom.

Given the freedom of choice, 

would you choose what really makes you happy? 

Or you will still be chained by other’s opinions, responsibilities, labels? 

What is the source of our subjective sense of “being free”? 

I have often asked myself what it truly means to be free? What does it mean to free and break free from all my own inner chains? 

The answer to it is that we ever lack freedom is because we have attached ourselves to certain beliefs. A belief which is brought to you by Society/Community, or close ones.  

A belief which was never yours to believe, but a belief that is stuck with us. 

Like a seed, growing in you like a plant and rooting deep inside you. 

You trying to Be, “someone else” Wanting, “something else”. 

 Believing we are not worthy enough or perfect enough for someone else. 

Well, as long we keep telling ourselves that, we will never be free. 

Start believing in your choices, and start appreciating what you have instead of focusing on other people's images/ opinions of you. 

“Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth.” — Marcus Aurelius 

So, make your own beliefs, opinions, dreams it all comes down to this to truly be free and happy. 

Being able to wake up every morning loving the body that I am in. 

No shame, no guilt, and no feeling like I need to look a certain way for anyone else. 

Traveling the world and experiencing life all the lows and highs  

Live with positivity and strength to accept our struggles, mistakes, and accomplishments. 

Conquer the battles of depression and help others live their best life by spreading peace and love. 

Living with no fear of who I am, means being me. 

 no others to labels or define us. 

If I can live my life for me and be proud of the person that I am, I know that I will be free. 

 

Here is the poem attached written by me

I feel stuck.

I feel even tho I am free, I’m not.

I crave freedom.

I want this to be over.

I want The End to it.

I don’t know what I'm chasing,

I am seeing what I wanna see or what’s been shown to me.

But I really need to see what I should,

I need to see the truth, the reality, the untold.

I feel blind, blinded by all these lies, living a lie

I want to be free but I'm here,

do I really want this? who am I?

am I true enough? good enough?

or am I just a disappointment to your eyes?

Because I am not you, because I failed your expectation. I failed you.

How much more until you see, see what you should see, not what you want to.

Because we all fail, we fear the fall, we see the dark And hope to see light

Please be kind, and peace to the world.

©tilldeathdousapartwedoart

Written by,

Rtr. Tritha Yerla

RCKPVC.