Searching all my days just to find you
I'm not sure who I'm looking for
I'll know it
When I see you
Until then, I'll hide in my bedroom
Staying up all night just to write
A love song for no one
Why do I choose a love song to introduce the concept of freedom? I walk to the station, as I think of you, a sweep of gleam in early morning hue I still think of you late tonight
and will think on till early daylight.
Truth turned over, molten gold my quest and elusive goal, dream, silver lining, haven, retreat, a mere possibility, with silent feet walking into my quiet night …
Yes, that is what freedom is to me. Elusive, intriguing and mesmerizing.
Today morning , several people were eager to share personal thoughts on freedom. Most expressed freedom as the ability to live a free life without controls or controllers of any kind, and one was poetic enough to say that it was life lived without mental shackles. Most of pain is self inflicted and so are most shackles, do we curtail our own selves from living freely?Others opined that true freedom was the ability to live as one liked, while not proving to be a menace. But that means constraints, limiting factors that confine, set in fine print! Does true freedom of an individual prove to be a problem to others? Does it double up as the angel and the devil?Man has a social responsibility towards peaceful co-existence. But then, is that what freedom is? A mere reflection of social co-existence? Are not ethos and ethics a part of a society? Are they the ground rules for human co-habitation? Are they not well meaning but restrictions, all the same? Then can a society be free in the true sense? Is true freedom only possible in a very progressed world?Is true freedom possible at all ?
One woman, only one woman from the entire lot of people- told me she had no clue what so ever as to what freedom was all about. Somehow there seems to be great clarity of thought that goes hand in hand with that rather bold statement.
Historical evidence supports freedom. Mahatma Gandhi unified and led ignorant masses towards an independent India.We are now a country ruled by the people, for the people.Nelson Mandela fought against racial segregation, and for equal opportunity. The Women’s Suffrage is another spectacular fight for freedom to vote,as equals.
Back to the here and now, on the personal front, like millions of others, I cherish the constraints, I understand responsibilities and I treasure the few glimpses of freedom afforded to me in my daily life.
But then, can there be true freedom when there are constraints?
Freedom is an elusive dream , meaningless in its core, because i am bound by love and duty to my family and my society, to be actually and truly free is not possible. I do not truly seem to relish such absolute freedom.
Is freedom a concept relative to the context or perspective? Is it the inference of an individual? I am mortal , I am somebody’s child , somebody’s mother. I am my own self and a responsible individual of a certain society. Heirarchy is encoded deep into your and my social DNA. And heirarchy is, in a way, a constraint to true freedom. Hierarchy translates to responsibilities, rules , regulations and constraints.
Has freedom been forsaken for responsibility.
If so, has it been forsaken of free will ?
What is free will? Is it just a thought or the groundwork on which the entire concept of freedom rests?
Is freedom really nothing, but conscious actions arising of free will? Is it the song in my heart that sings a nightingale? Hark lark , who goes there? “ It is your conscience my lady, escorting duty, do you hear the hooves pound out loud !”
It takes a horribly tough day to need to be alone and free,
sail unknown shores but anchor safe.
I seek comfort , I need to belong. Freedom is an elusive dream, an realization that sets me free.A whisper of breath caught betweenmortal that I am, mortal that be.