Shrugging off the heavy baggage

This one came out of the ineffable sadness where conclusions of mortality turned into dust right before my eyes and time has no meaning at all...

She was only half a Buddhist about it all these days and chanting the mathematical limitations of the probability returns just made her feel dull, and although still a fan of the five bone stretch she was beginning to move in new directions, ones that fitted better the patterns that were appearing on her horizons.

Unlike the witches of old she didn’t want to be burnt and so made sure she kept it to herself, at least while the transformation was occurring.

In this straight jacket she presented herself and found more and more the confines were restricting her too much and the desire to break out and evolve naturally was becoming an imperative she could not contain for much longer.

Every day she walked the same pathways and met the same people who treated her the same way they always had done from out of their tight fitting boxes of conformity; but she’d learnt not to rock the boat because it only upset them, and anyway, they were not yet ready to admit to themselves that their lives were a lie based on concepts of learning they’d conformed to from the beginning to make them the unknowing slaves of a system that would keep them that way forever.

Passion when contained in a box loses integrity and becomes the box it is contained in and in most cases when let out to blink in the light of day shrivels up and wants only to return to the box and safety. This is why it is almost impossible to rekindle passion after it has been lost, for at best it can then only be used as a crutch to hobble along and mouth excuses with.

But not always, sometimes the fire of passion never goes out but simmers, waiting for the oxygen of freedom to burst into life and burn like a thousand stars all at once to light up a life and make it shine, where no amount of government strangulation can dim it or subvert it to any other purpose than the one it was born to be and in being is a light to others to come out of their boxes and shine too like the butterfly emerging from the cocoon.

So one day, on the top of the hill of her understanding, while keeping perfectly still, it came to her that she was more than the straight-jacket of her past and that it was time to break out and to no longer be subject to the fears, limitations and the small thinking the propaganda machine would keep her locked in.

And so, falling into the fire of her passion it burst into life and then throwing off her chains she began the journey out of her prison, and although no one would understand her, and would even think her crazy, it was not going to stop her from being all that she could be and following her dreams wherever they led her.

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