The Taste of Freedom..

I'm F.R.E.E.

Yes! I'm so free I can Smell it, Feel it, Eat it, Wear it, Sing it, Live it!!! And, I'm typing in pink :)

Unlike all the other days when I used to write bullshit about life here, today I think I want to make some sense..

Would love to share my experience without offending anyone who really loves the industry, my experience of being a tired machine who does something they hate all day long, everyday, for days, months and years. And the culprit was only ME, to allow myself to confine the free bird in me.

Sitting unhappily at a desk, a formal dress named "Banker", I had almost become a black business suit with only brains, who used to spend all weekend shopping at a mall and thinking she was happy because she could buy all happiness with the credit card. Maybe I could feel happiness, that those small shopping bills bought to me, may be it was because of the Imaginative person inside the banker's body, the body that had gotten caught up in a cage made of money, the "UNsocial" life that i used to lead and in the circle of other business suits that knew only cash, cheques, foreign exchange and for whom a change in banking policies or a rise or fall in the share market meant nothing less than a heart fail, and for whom a Wedding invitation was nothing more than a dinner.

The miserable company of each walking cash machine was ultimately killing the original person that used to live on rent in my body as someone who liked to paint, cook, eat, decorate, dance and sing, and live a life. Currency, clients and money. I think its only fair that there should be more to life than just earning a salary and spending it for fun. Typing very fast only for a mail in office id, or a conference call with the higher ups, an office dinner, a business suit, a formal meeting, a year ending profit party. Is this all we need?

I guess not! What one person actually wants is not type a mail to some client, but type a long due letter to a deeply missed friend, a call to our parents or sibling which is more awaited than a conference call to the higher ups, a new red wedding dress that when you wear means more than any other dress in the world, not a black business suit which covers all the emotions a person can have, not a formal office party or profit party where all faces look like they are the happiest but from the inside are the saddest..but a casual get together of parted friends, a get together that makes us happier than any profit party ever.

I knew there was no way I could get out of this cage until I decide to follow my dreams. The only thing that inspired me to stay in this job was the money that I could say was my own and let me shop like crazy. And Nothing Else!

And, finally, I thought "Lets do this!"

Within an hour of this 'quitting', I was out of that world. That fake "counter - client - meeting - smile". Addio, Banking! Addio, Identity card. Addio, No - life. Ciao, LIFE

I broke the cage. I became free. I resigned. Here, "Resigned" doesn't mean "I quit". It means I have now started to lead my new life. Who says one cant switch careers? If someone wishes to, they can, if only they do not, at all, think of their life as a career. For life is meant to be lived, felt, enjoyed not to be worked, practised, experienced.

Its meant to be tasted like a bite of your favourite fruit, sung like a lively song, painted like a romantic movie..So what if  its all a fantasy? Isn't the Fantasy making you Happy? Doesn't a movie as short as 1 hour fly you away to a different world? If you allow such petty things to affect your life, can't we allow life to affect the petty little things that matter only a little?

Sure we can. So what if I cant afford some things today, the biggest thing that I have got is smile. I am a happy person! And that, for sure, is my greatest source of happiness. And one can get these material possessions, if they matter, for the satisfaction one's sub conscious, any time again if they're passionate about what they're doing.

And I can only remember the lines of this song:

I simply gotta march,

my heart's a drummer,

nobody, no, Nobody

Is gonna reign on my parade!

:smiles:

:cheers:

Reality Check!

We often hear people talking about very sensible things, and think to ourselves what are we doing to ourselves. But I think "thinking" is a sheer waste of time. Thinking is like rehearsing for an act that we know is never going to stage. And this rehearsal is called life. So we can call life "a fruitless hard work " A draft. A draft on your phone that you never send to whoever it was meant for. If ever read by someone, who tries to understand it, it entangles things, for it wasn't meant to be understood, it was meant to just be there for eternity.

Sometimes we start to plan things. That is the biggest example of ever confidence, for we aren't even sure whether we'll wake up the next morning and we plan things of future, to buy a penthouse, to invest in a share, to get married to someone, to take revenge on someone, etcetera, etcetera. Ah! Hurts! Reality Check Hurts! Right?

Sometimes i think what is the harm in living in one;s own world. a dream world where nothing happens against my wish..where whatever i want happens, all the things i want are mine for keeps.. if reality makes me sad and dreams make me happy, and if the soul purpose of my being, my Raison d'être is to be happy, why not just be happy, be it only through dreams, its anyway not going to be there forever whether its in reality or in dreams, for they say, "nothing in this world is forever". so, from two non - existent things, I would rather choose the one that makes me happier, regardless of how unreal it is.

This makes one comfortable with the feeling of banging their own drum. :) Whatever others keep saying, I will do what I want. I am what I am! An altogether different thinking that many people think is illogical, I think is perfect in order to make life cozy and convenient. Dreams are like warm blankets in winter nights, where everything is perfect, warm, comfortable and cozy. And whether to leave the blanket and come out in cold freezing whether or to sit inside warmly and comfortably is totally your personal decision.

Once this decision is clear no one on earth can make you feel sad. No One! And what more would one want, than living 'happily ever after'? If reality check makes me feel bad, it should be the last thing that I ever do! If dreaming make me happy, it should be the first thing I should do. And anyway, if you keep dreaming someday you are going to get what you dream of, anyhow! So Come what may, I refuse to come out of my dreams. I refuse to do the Reality Check! :)

Be happy 

See you soon

:smiles: