Our lives have been cages filled with burdens and obligations. Each day, we wake up, work till the ergophile in us dies, come back home and get ready for yet another such day. So monotonous is this life, so busy we get with this same lifestyle. I wonder what at all is there in this robotic life that people choose to follow it with such craze. What could it be that everyone of us think of nothing more than following a conception which adds to a grievous concern in already difficult and challenging lives.
Why do we not want to ever go against this and for once try living in our terms? Like a person and not animals who follow the herd. Like a bird that just came out of the cage, that sense of freedom; the liberty of not having any obligations whatsoever except that of living a free life and enjoying every moment.
When Robert Frost said
“and I – I took a one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
he certainly did try his best of letting his readers know of the opinions he held and how his one difficult choice mattered the most to him. He was alone in the path and expresses that decision making capability we all probably run from.
I have a very good explanation here to account for this fear in us. We have always been told what to do, and have for most of the time agreed upon them. This has been happening on so many levels that we seem to have lost the ability to decide things solely. When this suddenly is altered; honestly we get confused and perhaps lost. It’s difficult to be patient till the adjustment occurs.
Even the bird freed out of the cage appreciates the freedom only after it knows the next step forward; after it calliberates to this new environment.
The moment you experience this self realisation, you attain a different perspective of freedom. You realise that the farthest you could go is towards the depth of solitude in this lone path of yours.
Solitude is nothing but the encounter after your realisation of your liberalization from the cage you were captivated in. That freedom you always were thirsty of.
Solitude is like the moon that the bird aims for; after it’s disenthralled.
HAPPY READING! ❤