# illusion of freedom

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Longing for freedom
the one that allows us to fully express ourselves, to the endless sky, soaring with the wind, absorbing the warm sunlight, to emerge oneself with the earth, liberation
like a kite, flying with all of its wills
But it is all but an illusion for a kite has a string
A string help it fly, and at some point, will pull it back, put in a closet
Hopefully one day
It can fly again
Free again
Even if it is just an illusion…

Thinking that why let it control me like that, why don’t just revolt, damn it all, cut the string, free from attachment to rejoin in that longing freedom.
So it did and try to fly, successful…
blinded by its own desire and the wind is not its friend anymore
then it fell, flat to the ground
thinking, maybe freedom is, in fact, terrifying
regretting the day it left
thinking, maybe the string is, in fact, a friend
remembering the day it flew among the bird as if it was riding them
but it was too late
as the last thoughts come, “if only…”, it was buried deep underground

Maybe all of us want that freedom, maybe all of us has a string, maybe a string itself is responsibility that keeping us sane, maybe it weighted on us keeping us from flying, maybe it’s a good thing, maybe it’s our salvation, maybe it’s the only thing meaningful and maybe we can still fly with it.
…is the fly worth it to cut the string, is a feeling worth the falling, and is responsibility, in fact, happiness?

-R