The Paradox of Freedom

In our ceaseless search for self,
We seek the elusive taste of freedom,
Yet fail to see the truth:
We do not transform into another,
But become more deeply ourselves.


Why yearn to glimpse the future's face,
Or chart the course ahead?
The unknown holds infinite possibilities,
Far beyond your imagining.


In your dreams of liberation,
Do you not construct new cages?
Is true freedom not boundless,

A dance of trust and expansion?
Tomorrow's uncertainty:
A blank canvas for a life extraordinary,

A grand surprise waiting to unfold.
Can freedom bear a price
In a world where all is commodified?
Or does it transcend such earthly concerns?

We rummage through warehouses
Of haunted memories,
Chasing a freedom the soul craves,
Yet the mind struggles to grasp.

Is freedom not a fleeting dream,
But a knowing deep within?
Can one truly dream of liberty
Without tasting its reality?

Perhaps the very idea of freedom
Is the only true reality,
And the rest – a mirage sold by the world.
A belief in freedom...
Yet still just a dream?

Time weaves its tapestry,
Shaping fears into opinions,
Questioning the very essence
Of being and freedom itself.

Are you truly free?

A dream is a decision made,
And once shared, it sets in motion
An irreversible journey.

The paths we start but leave unfinished
Become prayers whispered to the universe,
Not to be taken lightly.

If you've glimpsed possibility
And felt the stirring of a dream,
Cast aside your myriad excuses;
They lead to barren lands.
Heed only the whispers of your heart.

For in the end, freedom is not found,
But created in each moment's choice,
A perpetual becoming of the self.


- Seram