Absolute silence amidst the deafening screams.
My thoughts, endless and free flowing, have become a prisoner disguised as an introvert.
All words have consequences, the journey of orchestrated breathes.
Our chain of priorities slowly develops with age, link by link.
The alchemy of energy, determined by the freedom of our will.
How long can the inner and outer worlds remain on separate paths?
Before me becomes we?
The price of comfort, is it freedom?
Would that mean the price of freedom is comfort?
Is living a comfortable life optimal?
What do we even mean by an optimal life?
Discomfort molds us, teaches us, grows us. What then should I want with comfort?
Total freedom seems impossible. To gain it in one area, you lose it in another.
Absolute freedom can only come from love. Pure, unconditional love to all.
Which may not even be freedom at all. Just free.
The inner and outer joins in love.
Love is all.
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