well, trainspotting said a similar sort of thing, only in a much meaner way, predictably given the author, quote (gutted of profanity) here:
"Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the bleep you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, ping your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, *** up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life."as you know, we all follow routines, even when they are not conventional routines. We draw comfort from the familiar, and what was once groundbreaking, and remains startling to others, is simply normal and every day.
that realization itself is a liberation. that as we choose to become, so do we also adapt to what we have become. and that we have a great many choices, most of which are limited by perception, and the will to act.
as for freedom, freedom is also about perception, as the quote above shows so very clearly, choice can only be made from known options which isn't really freedom at all. freedom is a very very wide thing, and it is frightening almost beyond measure. we tend to devise routines to shield ourselves from the horror of it, we skirt gingerly around it in our decision making processes. we structure against possibilities by ensuring against them. we become
the ants in the ant and grasshopper fable (have you read it?
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), and compliment ourselves for our forward thinking.
the feel of freedom is not what we expect. maybe it goes back to the hunter gatherer societies where each day was so much more in the moment, where life was not defined by longevity alone and beauty had a far greater role.
what holds me back - fear and apathy maybe, self sabotage at times, stupid people most of the time
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what frees me? i vision in the collective consciousness. i wonder up and break away the rules. and i love with all my intelligence.
i don't know why but i feel that you're going to love my answer. ha ha ha ha