Have you ever felt chained yet free?
And have you ever felt unchained, yet you’re not free?
My passion has chained me. Writing has put its handcuffs on my hands.
But I have never felt free than what I am feeling now.
Writing journals, writing poetry, writing manuscripts, writing here and there as if the ink got stuck on my fingers, but I don’t want to remove this ink. Perhaps this is what we feel when we are passionate about something, we are limited to this particular thing yet we don’t feel as if we are restricted.
I don’t feel suffocated.
Looking back of years ago I wouldn’t say that I wasn’t free, I was. But it felt different. I didn’t feel as if freedom was mine. I didn’t feel much alive. The life was too stagnant. Aliveness wasn’t around to be found. Even though I was among different crowds all the time, vibrant ones, but the spark in me wasn’t ignited.
I felt suffocated.
Perhaps it’s true that creativity brings life to life.
And I am glad it came to me at the right time.
“Let me breathe freedom through the ink that I spill.”