Be/freed.

In between it all.

in your touch. I find my space. my heart beats. Just off its pace. I hid it well. the vibrant swell.

The moment you’ll understand. That you have the freedom to mess up your own life. Is the moment you are it. And the journey is fulfilled.

It took me a long time to understand the meaning of this. When the ultimate freedom was not given via monetary values. Via a mobile terminal. Via a roof over my head. Far beyond society’s dread. None of those were feeding into my path. None of those into me to progress. I was on a journey. Life was preparing me. What a harsh attorney.

I didn’t know what. I didn’t know where. And I didn’t know when. But all I knew was. That I needed to stay in motion. And compel.

Something was building up inside of me. Something bigger than me. While I was seeing. What others were not. While I was reading. What others would not. So. I had to be speaking. What others could not.

And so. I started a fight. I started a shake. Because at the end. I was here to break. My words became my activism. My pain became just altruism.

And yet I didn’t understand. What life was whispering in my ear. I didn’t understand. What caused this intrinsic fear. The undisputable why’s of all that’s holding me back. Was rooted far beyond my autarch neck.

And yet I couldn’t break through. Until my eternal phrases were due. For me to hold still. Far off my will. The words were floating around. For me to reach out. Into the bewildering pond. An to be standing distinctly. My ground.

Really nice read about seizing the moment and doing what you want to do and sinning about time, the what and the why and the how. By DR Rawson - The Possibilist

When words, ideas, feelings and such overfloat our societal brain, there’s always tools to help you sooth. Brilliant article by Dr Mehmet Yildiz