NIlooc223:
Let me start with this quote:
Quote: "None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free "
-- Epica (You should listen to them, they're amazing)
Your perception of freedom in your context would be no less a construct than a rich twit's perception of freedom based on his money and power.
Moving on -- we'll revisit freedom -- to your apparent dislike for adults or people older than you. Age does not determine wisdom, but what is gained from experience does. Having experiences alone is worth Jack Tish, as is introspection on an empty life. You need both these ingredients, a pinch understanding and a drop of insanity.
Mortality. I think this quote is fitting:
Quote: "Beyond all mortality we are, swinging in the breath of nature, in early air of the dawn of life,
a sight to silence the heavens"
-- Nightwish (Another band you should listen to). We are small and our lifespans a single cosmic sigh but, truly, what we feel and express can be so magnificent that it overwhelms us to tears. If you have ever wept for beauty then you'll understand. Sidenote: This all ties up.
Now we'll extrapolate on a little of what's been said.
Okay, as I mentioned, your idea of freeing yourself is a delusion. There is no truth, only perception. History is written by the winners. Beauty is in the eye of what the beholder was molded (by life) to percieve.
So, you are never free because:
i) If you live in society, you abide by its rules or it will kick your ass like it kicked mine and one night after losing everything, like me, you'll be left admitting defeat and crying out for someone, who isn't coming, to save you. At this moment, you pull ot together and trudge through kilometers of raw sewage to get to the other side or you take the easy way out, give up and just go with the flow. No right or wrong choice, just what you want.
ii) If you return to the natural world (I mean nature) and go and live in a mountain-shack, a jungle, what ever, you'll have to conform to nature's rules. If the cold gets you, you get sick and die. If an animal gets you, you're dead or dead and supper. If you run out of food and water, game over. So it's a lot of work to survive and there's no Jeff Probst to rock up with 5kg rice if you can run up and down the beach with an egg on a spoon.
But there is one place you are free and it's the one thing
nobody can take from you: your own mind. Kinda anti-climactic, I know, but the real world is just that. Your mind really is your place. It's your world. I'm gonna paraphrase the ending to one of the few modern Hollywood movies I actually had fun watching.
Who is it that shackles you, that binds you, that chains you, that imprisons you?
Who is it that holds the key to your shackles?
Who is it that has the strength to set you free?
-- It's you.
Inspired by the ending quote of
Sucker Punch which is really just a fun ass-kicking action film with a little fantasy and sci-fi thrown in.
So what I'm getting at is that this is your place. Your mind is your universe and you set the rules.
So what am I saying? Live for your passions, reach for your dreams and, while you're at it, don't forget to pay the damned rent.
...And so what if your creative endeavours, your dreams, your passions, your achievements are eventually forgotten? This entire existence may be transient, but that doesn't mean there's no point. Who are you doing it for? Yourself or some cyborg-kid a thousand years from now who's never even felt the joy of running about in the sprinkler on a hot afternoon with friends or taking a walk to nowhere in particular. I leave you with this from
Within Temptation (also a band worth a listen) (I haven't error-checked, I just copy-pasta'd the lyrics off a lyric site so they may not be 100% but it's more-or-less):
Quote: "
Armies have conquered
And fallen in the end
Kingdoms have risen
Then buried by sand
The Earth is our mother
She gives and she takes
She puts us to sleep and
In her light we'll awake
We'll all be forgotten
There's no endless fame
But everything we do
Is never in vain
We're part of a story, part of a tale
We're all on this journey
No one is to stay
Where ever it's going
What is the way?
Forests and deserts
Rivers, blue seas
Mountains and valleys
Nothing here stays
While we think we witness
We are part of the scene
This never-ending story
Where will it lead to?
The earth is our mother
She gives and she takes
But she is also a part
A part of the tale
We're part of a story, part of a tale
We're all on this journey
No one is to stay
Where ever it's going
What is the way?
We're part of a story, part of a tale
Sometimes beautiful and sometimes insane
No one remembers how it began.
"
I hope you find your answers as I, too, went through this some years back.
Edit: Wow, the post was full of spelling and grammar errors. There are consequences to late-night posting, besides the getting too caught up in it.
Be cool, vote nASA (nonZero's Awesomeness-Spreading Association), have more fun here. Be an uncool loser, vote someone else, have a boring forum.
