Freedom

We all have different views on different subjects. We all think differently. We are only united in our search of likeness in others. We are searching for people that are similar to us in appearance, in ability, in taste, in something... to connect.

I wrote in an early blog that we like others because we are similar, but love them because we are different. Just the same as we like someone because of their virtues, but love them because of their flaws.

This is basically the same thing... we all want freedom, but freedom means something different for each and everyone of us. For some it might be a big number on their bank account, being their own boss, living in a trailer in the middle of nowhere, ... but in the end it all comes down to this.

Freedom is the possibility of being yourself without the fear of repercussions.

Doing what you love without the fear of being judged.

Saying what you feel without the fear of being laughed at.

Loving who you feel like loving without the fear of getting beaten up or killed or discriminated against.

Freedom exists where we conquer our fears. So let's all start there. Sit on your bed. Quiet. Listening to the world. Close your eyes. Look inside yourself and ask... what are you afraid of? It might take a while, but you will find many things you fear... and when you know what you fear, start somewhere small.

Tell someone on the street that you love their outfit if you're afraid of voicing your opinion.

Go outside and take pictures if you're afraid of others judging what you do.

Go to the movies alone if you're afraid of people pitying you.

Start with the little things and work your way up to the big ones.

Telling your friends you love them for who they are.

Asking the cute guy in the office our for a cup of coffee.

Telling your boss you want more responsibility.

Ask in your local gallery if they might be interested to display one or two of your photos.

Life is too short for fear.

The picture above is the view from my bedroom window. If I see this, my fear just goes away. Find your strength, I'm sure it's there somewhere.

Lyrics of the day: The Fear by Lily Allen

I wanna be rich, and I want lots of money

I don't care about clever, I don't care about funny

I want loads of clothes and fuck loads of diamonds

I heard people die while they're trying to find them

And I'll take my clothes off, and it will be shameless

'Cause everyone knows that's how you get famous

I'll look at the sun, and I'll look in the mirror

I'm on the right track, yeah I'm on to a winner

I don't know what's right and what's real anymore

And I don't know how I'm meant to feel anymore

And when do you think it will all become clear?

'Cause I'm being taken over by the fear

Life's about film stars and less about mothers

It's all about fast cars and cussing each other

But it doesn't matter 'cause I'm packing plastic

And that's what makes my life so fucking fantastic

And I am a weapon of massive consumption

And it's not my fault, it's how I'm programmed to function

I'll look at the sun, and I'll look in the mirror

I'm on the right track, yeah we're on to a winner

I don't know what's right and what's real anymore

And I don't know how I'm meant to feel anymore

And when do you think it will all become clear?

'Cause I'm being taken over by the fear

Forget about guns and forget ammunition

'Cause I'm killing them all on my own little mission

Now I'm not a saint, but I'm not a sinner

And everything's cool as long as I'm getting thinner

I don't know what's right and what's real anymore

And I don't know how I'm meant to feel anymore

And when do you think it will all become clear?

'Cause I'm being taken over by the fear