A friend of mine one day came to me with a personal problem.
“Clear, I don’t think I can be with Simon.”
“He wants us to get married.”
“I’m a feminist and I want to be free. You know? I want to be able to go wherever I want, whenever I want.”
“Do you love him?”
“Yes, of course! I want to be with him. But I have to be free. You know? I can’t get married.”
“You are not married right now. Do you think you are free?”
My father always complained how my mother and I always put our coats and jackets on the couch, while we were supposed to put them in the closet.
He used to tidy the living room up, including the couch area, by picking up our clothes from the living room and throwing them on the bed.
The result was obvious. The living room was “tidied up”, while the bedroom became messy.
“It’s like putting a messy bunch of things from one box to another box.” My mother used to say. “It’s just the same mess in another box.”
Sometimes we might think we are doing something while going the exact opposite way, heading to where we didn’t want to go.
We think we are liberating ourselves, as we slowly imprison ourselves in the superficiality of liberation;
We thought we are being productive, as we waste time in not working on the things that move needles.
We thought we were breaking confinements, as we use the bricks we took down to build another wall around us.
Be aware of where we are going. Ask why. And see beneath the surface.
Leaving out the ideologies and the fancy terms. What are we doing?
So to step on a path that we won’t regret.