Walking down the empty streets reflecting a thousand dreams
Running down the feilds filled wih the bright sun beams,
He thought he knew where resides that eventual Freedom
Which passed beyond man and life......
He travelled, He secluded, He abandoned into the untamed sites
He fled into the world which was free from any humanly joints.
He was alone and He felt free as He had surpassed the socially ordered life....
His voyages were continuous, His wanderings vividly wide
But His mind still overflowed with that one question
Which asked, "Where exactly Freedom resides?"
He realized it did not rest only outside the humanly sites,
also did not rest beyond men and their lives.
If it resided in anything it was,
within His work, within his ties,
And within His very own Mind......
I was once asked by a highly wise freind in my life, the definition of "Freedom".
It appeared to me prima facie a very banal question, the answer of which i thought was very simplistic. I was overconfidently about to answer the what Freedom meant for me when I realized that I could not sustain my explanation for more than some words which spoke of "Space", "Liberty", "Unrestrained life", et al. That somewhere had put me to think.........
Does Freedom only encompasses "being free" from someone or something? This is what the dictionary meaning of Freedom says but we don't limit it to that, do we? Well, atleast I would not. I have also heard many people talking about Freedom being Absolute, without any limitations, restrictions, constraints and basically without anything that has the capacity of curbing their acts; Restrictions, limitations and contraints which are usually in the form of "Bonds", "Attachments" or "Ties", Those very bonds we have with our Families, Freinds, Well-wishers, our Work, or for this matter anything that has the capacity to bind or attach us.
It is so rightly said that no one can be as happily Free as one is when one Travels and Wanders.
According to me, "Travelling is a remedial bliss".
Just like the "He" in my poem, I too was of the belief that Travelling and Wandering are two things that have the capacity of giving us that eventual Freedom which rests beyond any human relationships and beyond anything that has the capacity to bind or attach us. I was also like the "He" in my poem, of the opinion that the combination of Solitude and Travel would gain one that eventual Freedom. But We are all here to grow. So was the He in my poem and so am I.
We all grew to realize that Freedom does not only rest outside of the humanly bonds and most importantly a person is not only Free when He/She is alone.
"Attachment" - The intensely deep feeling. The kind of feeling which plays with our illusions, attained only by someone who is detached.
Freedom rests in our attachments, bonds, constraints, relationships and not outside it.
It rests within our work and mind. It certainly isn't something that one finds by searching. It is always there, pre-existent. It manifests itself in the beautiful bonds that relationships produce. Freedom establishes itself in the efficient balance that we manage to create between Seclusion and Relationships. It also establishes itself in the balance that we manage to achieve between our Customary life and our time with the Nature. It rests very much within us, within ourselves.
The kind of Freedom which rests in the beauty of getting back to someone, The kind of Joy which doubles when Shared. The Ultimate Happiness, The pure Freedom..!
Nevertheless We also realized how equally important it is to give yourself that time to be alone, only with yourself, "Where it's only You to Tell and No ne but You to Listen, Where There is only You who Ask and No one but You who Answer."
P.s. Inspired by- Out of the book movie- "Into the Wild." And
"Guaranteed"-a song by "Eddie Vedder."
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
"The Pursuit of Happiness..."
Posted by Mayu at 12:50 AM
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comments:
Oh tell me where your Freedom lies....
The streets are feilds that never die....!!"
- Jim Morrison from "The Crystal Ship"
Post a Comment