A Writers Tale

I'm alive. I've spent a large portion of my life gradually numbing myself to my emotions... Not realising that creation is made possible when we are emotional. I am so grateful for some of the most heart wrenching moments in my life. When I met you, I did not have much of a clue, not a single clue of what I wanted, of who I was and of what being alive in this world means. I was afraid and the worst thing about it... I didn't even realise that I was so scared. After sitting with you, only briefly I was empowered by you immediately. You made me feel on top of the world, you filled my entire being up and it was no big deal for you. Maybe it is that I rushed into bed with you super quick or maybe it was that I didn't give us enough of a chance to blossom... We didn't come to be. You are the love I almost had, the love whose taste ceases to leave my tastebuds alone. You were the love that showed me that absolutely anything is possible... And I was the love that.... Well ...

The soft embrace of freedom is all I really need, The freedom to be, the freedom to see, the freedom to become, Why hold ourselves down by mass expectations? Why do we cage ourselves in boxes of our own creation? Why do we make our life purpose revolve around riches? Why do we fail to listen to our own inner guidance? True freedom, I believe, lies in freedom of thought. It lies in seeing the world as it is and accepting it for what it is, It lies in realising our happiness is not dependent on our status in this world, but on how we value ourselves and how we choose to experience life as an extension of that personal value. I consider that many people desire complete financial freedom, I understand the energetic influence of paper assigned with value, and digits on a screen, I see what money can buy you, but I also see that which is priceless, that which you can not put money on, can be what is most valuable. The world would be nothing to me, If I were to close the doo...