Trail of Light

As I sit with my friends looking out through the window at the beautiful world in its elegance, simplicity and beauty, it becomes painfully obvious to me how much we have in common with those who have found in prison. Indeed we do not share their physical prison, but it seems we all share the same prison of thought. Ironically thought it seems we are not aware of the prison we are in.

Such an ideal prison this is; the warden, the guard and the prisoner are all the same, our own minds. In its confinement it seems only certain thoughts and ideas exist and one becomes obsessed with them. One thought towers above all, the obsession with freedom and what a dangerous obsession it is. It seems weird to say that the obsession of freedom is delivered into existence by a prison, but it is not; for in the shadows lies understanding. You see, an obsession with something can only come into existence through the realization that one can not attain that thing. And so the obsession in freedom, its very existence, is dependent on the lack of freedom. And in there lies the worst of all realizations, our own obsession with freedom our driving force to break all prisons depends on our existence in a prison. You see we are like the bees stuck in a box with the light of freedom shown so ironically so intelligently at the closed end of a bottle. We are always attempting to move towards the light yet never able to reach it for we are fixated on it.

Maybe in the years to come we were lot go of our prejudices and our fixations, and explore our surroundings. Then we will find that by not obsessing over freedom we can get out of the bottle and become free. But I wonder how shocking it will be when those who make it out discover to their dismay that the bottle is really just inside a box. I hope, I wish that they would not forget the lessons they learned.