Updated: Apr 11, 2021
Freedom.
Liberating ones self
from the agonizing
strain towards an unachievable
“perfection.”
Without it you are left with
distraction.
It is what takes the king
and makes him a slave
to his devices.
It is what takes the queen
and forces her
to discard her self-worth.
Distraction.
The destruction of freedom.
Limiting ourselves
to a system that does nothing
but destroys.
Destroys the inner child,
holding him captive
with chains of debt and obligation.
Grabbing the hand of the builder
and forcing her to ignore
her dreams of creating
unless she does so by his standards,
and for his benefit.
It is all an empty distraction.
A distraction from freedom.
We were all placed here
on this plane
to live.
We are here to create
and build
and share.
And yet we allow our brethren
to tell us how to live,
what makes life worthwhile
and how much life is worth
as if life is something
to be bought and sold.
And we allow it.
All on account of distraction.
The shiny things.
The things that make us
feel
as though we are worth it.
The “likes” and “requests,”
the messages in our dms,
the double taps
all are so gratifying, right?
Yet, what have we gained
at the end?
What have we built once it’s done?
What can we then pass to our children?
“Oh the people loved me.”
No love,
they loved the idea of you.
Loving you is granting you freedom.
Loving you is appreciating your worth
and paying the price everyday.
Loving you is taking the time
to figure you out
and help you to be
the royalty that you’re meant
to be.
There’s no love in likes.
There’s no care in comments.
There’s no freedom in distraction.
When are we going to realize that?