Imagine your body being tied up, no , not to discover your fifty shades, but with these ropes and chains. Face up, stomach flat, stuck to the ground, unable to get free from this weight. All we can think of is how to get out of this mess and dissociate with everything bringing us down . After all physical pain takes over and becomes the highest level of functioning eating all our attention. Nothing else matters.
Now imagine a situation where we are stuck like this but have absolutely no idea how deep these ropes and chains are digging through our skin. Spiraling further with these marks getting uglier, seeping through bone and muscle the hold is getting tighter. Unable to feel the discomfort , keep getting tangled in this spineless salmagundi . Not talking about pleasure through pain , numbness my drug, arbitrary phase . Why aren’t we reacting to this obvious agony ?
Invisible ropes and chains with no obvious inflicting piercing physical pain.
From a very young age we put on weight , depositing shreds in our mind and body. Everything we come across we start identifying, making it a part of us. We just keep adding and adding and adding. Only some dramatic occasions after being wronged do we subtract a little here and there. Then again to fill the void adding and adding and adding.
Its fun , adding is fun, adding makes us US, it builds our identity , believing into a being a sum of accumulated identities. Giving us a sense of self , with all these additions we are not alone.
Just stop being a glue stick attracting everything that comes your away and taking it along to your grave. There is no additional intellect in identifying with a certain kind. There is no smartness in restricting to a particular type.
We only think about something how we have identified with it. We all also know how strong the chances are of changing the way we think.
There is nothing untrustworthy in not sticking on. Let the glue stick dry up, and dust fall off, nothing sensational in rolling along with these particles stuck to you till your very last day.
Changing colours, adaption is a good way to be, it’s only a problem for others as they are scared of unpredictability.
Stop believing whom you were, what you are, who you might be.
Let go, drop your identity, declutter, set yourself free. BE whoever you want to be , BE whatever you want to be!! As long as you want, go as deep as you like.
There is ecstasy in nothingness and magic in fluidity, experience this life in all capacity beyond this stagnant limited identity