By default, we are such indolent creatures that the very idea of taking control of our lives and moving with it sends spasms of agony. We can wish, but so does how mother nature do their thing.
Its unfortunate that the primordial social consciousness of our forebears, and their idealistic willingness to act, are seldom seen in the so-called ourselves.
I lead a life of constant flux. I have not yet be able to put my roots down anywhere for long, like a boat in a storm. But everything I've been privileged to see and experience in my life have been a lesson in personal freedom.
I can immerse myself in the cultural millieus that produce the works we like to idealise.
Sometimes, I question why, we often remain in idolization mode even as we fail to produce stuff that approximate our idols. It speaks much of weakness.
I've learnt not to assume that anything is ever greener on the other side. There aren't too many differences between here and there.
We champion the Palestinian cause, not because we know their history, but mostly out of a false sense of kinship.
Now what is your freedom? Is it equitable to freedom, and if so, what sort of freed0m are you thinking about? Freedom from pain? From dictatorship? From bigotry? From self imposed mental shackles?
Think about it. Don't ever tell me you've achieved your freedom because we are always lived in a constant self-imposed mental shackles. We are bound from top to toe, no matter how hard you tried.