i am… we are…
not free when we submit to conformity…
freedom is not the ability to buy what you want, to live where you want, to be friends with whom you want, to worship, read, see, hear and speak what you want…
freedom is… simply
to walk your path.
conformity isn’t a bad thing…
it just isn’t freedom.
conformity is…
comforting.
an infant struggles to walk it’s own path, only to be nestled in the bosom of social conformity, barriers built by others that are eventually it’s own, to keep itself…
conformed.
some of us wonder of a latent desire we sometimes can’t define…
it is freedom, to walk our path.
we stray, return bruised, wounded from thrashing the walls we’ve built and carefully placed to block our path…
look back to see they’ve moved, widening your path of conformity, suddenly revealing a hint of what we all seek…
our own path…
should we accept conformity because it is comforting…
or forever thrash the walls.
