living beings are captivated by the concept of freedom
as infants we’re aware of birds flying high above us
we visit the ocean and know it’s a mystery
we grow up wanting choice, free will, infinite opportunity
time flows by, life lives through us and we realize that perhaps
instead of infinitesimal tendrils and paths of choice
we want one path, illuminated before us
being free can be tough
what now?
any given moment presents an opportunity
to alter your present, change your future, therefore
reshaping your past
at any age, how does it feel in a passing moment
when you catch yourself wishing for ‘normal’?
you see…
normal = the life experiences of our parents
normal is the life experiences of our parents
that brought them wisdom or safety or growth or
just stability, or just consistency
normal = the life experiences of our grandparents
normal is the life experiences of our grandparents
they shared with our parents
in hopes that it will bring them wisdom or safety or growth
or just stability, or consistency
lest we forget
the only thing certain is change
the only thing constant is change
lest we forget
those who stick around
and those who consistently hold it down
it is a choice
a radical dedication to finding consistency
no, creating consistency
in a sea of change
normal is visiting a rest stop on a road trip
skimming a travel pamphlet
and getting back on the road
just because you learned about a person or a place
doesn’t mean you have to stay
even if you’re on a diet of normal
you can still peruse the menu of the unknown
normal
does not exist
what illusory shadow do we compare ourselves to?
sometimes this shadow is not even our own
can you be free? will you let yourself be free?
what would you do when you are free?
what will you do-
when you realize you’re already free?
Thoughts and Musings 