“The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.”
― Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness
― Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness
I've always wanted to be free.
But a free soul, I'm afraid I'm not quite there yet. In an ideal world, freedom is what we strive for. The freedom of expression, freedom to pursue passion and paths of life. And oh, freedom to do what your guts tell you without giving a shit what anyone else thinks? That too.
For the longest time I wondered why I was never completely free. Maybe I was torturing my own mind when I cared so much, thought so much, and invested so much in everything I did..
But is not caring, thinking, and putting yourself out there the answer? Well, maybe if we lived in a vacuum world and had on/off switches for these feelings. As I've grown older, it became clearer that the emotions of frustration, anxiety, and distress are just as essential to our human existence as joy and happiness. The greatest creative minds of this civilizations have been inspired by both love and heartbreak, so who are we to say NO to this full spectrum of experiences?
In this case, fuck trying to be free. It's rather beautiful to be entangled.