I suppose for most of us the luxury of
freedom is often taken for granted.
Some of us go thru life working at jobs where we want out but never leave, or we continue to stay in relationships that have turned sour thru the years but the 'after taste familiarity' seems safer than venturing out to try new flavours, or the idea of learning to play a new instrument coincides so well with what you
know you have a passion for, and yet you never even pick up the phone to call for lessons - why is that?
I see people imprisoned by their diseases. Cancers, arthritis, physical disabilites, even emotional states are debilitating, confiining - of one's spirit. Jealousy, greed and anything that warrants any aspect of 'insecurity' can also be walls that confine us from
being free.
What exactly does it mean to be
free?
I was walking along the city streets taking photographs of things that caught my eye ( until my camera broke ). I stopped at a railing just to pause. When I looked down I saw the reflection of my shadow behind bars and it made me think about things that made you feel a prisoner of ....
There are many things that imprison me.
One day I hope to be able to simply walk away from it all just as my shadow did from behind the seeming notion of bars.
As I stood perhaps not more than 15 minutes later, the earth was no longer in the same spot and neither was my shadow. There was my reflection, on the concrete standing alone. I took pity on my shadow for it would never leave the confines of my space, no matter how the earth moved.
I then imagined being a bird, and took flight.
There you have it, the thoughts of a mildly manic depressive phase in its most subtle state.
