“If you want total security, go to prison. There you’re fed, clothed, given medical care and so on. The only thing lacking… is freedom. ”
― Dwight D. Eisenhower
I left a course I was pursuing months back.
It was not something, I found interest in. Not something I had a heart for. Not something, I could do for life.
It was a hard decision to quit though and often met with judgements and lots of criticism and questions, till date.
I realized soon enough on why I was sticking to it.
It gave me a false sense of security. I felt secured. I could answer very proudly if someone asked me about my life.
I could wear masks and go on with my life without ever admitting that I really don’t like what I am doing.
But, the place was secured. Known to me. Known to my brain. I was acquainted to the misery. It was my friend. I made my peace with the unhappiness and over-time turned it into a shadow.
I got mails where people tell me they are unhappy with their lives, their jobs, their relationships– basically everything.
Simple question, I ask them and I ask you, “What stops you from moving ahead? What stops you from moving forward?”
It is that sense of security. That false sense of security. That fear of losing the cover.
That is stopping you.
That is putting you in misery.
That is stopping you from blooming.
I say bloom. I say step out of the comfort. I say let life unfold.
What’s the point of sticking to misery when you can fly?
Why are you not flying?
Why are you still in that relationship which is making your life miserable?
Why are you still in the job you detest?
Why are you still studying something you hate?
What purpose does it serve?
I am not saying to be irrational and take decisions. I am saying a simple thing which is that security is an illusion.
How can you be secure in life?
What security you talk about?
For what purpose? Why? We wear masks and say yourself everyday that we’re secured. And, we make friends with misery. Make friends with unhappiness. And we keep dragging ourself till the end. Still in the illusion of security.
There is no security. We’re too depended on so many countless known and unknown factors to be secured.
Snap out of it. Freedom cannot go with the illusion that security is.
Stop being friends with misery just because it is known.
Come out, be more than that. What are you doing?
We both know you’re so beautiful. We both know you have so much potential. We both you’ve survived so much and have grown so strong. You are listening?
Break that relation. You say, you see security. But what about misery? What about unhappiness? What about dependency? What about freedom? Come out, you. Be more. Since when you need other person to be happy? Be love.
Leave that job, you hate. Not instantly, plan and figure out. But know that, false sense of security is no reason to let go of dreams. Yes, we need money. To live. To eat. To survive. So okay, do that but at-least cultivate passion. Be love. Someday, you’ll come out it. I promise. But, accept it first. What security you talk about?
Step right out the comfort. Give yourself time. What’s the hurry? Let your being rejuvenate and figure out what it wishes.
As for the security, that will remain an illusion. Don’t let yourself fall for that. Go and dare. What will people say? They say many things. They’ll say one more thing. The important question, what will you answer yourself at the end of your life? Have you given it a thought?
Prison is a prison. Decorate it with colours and flowers and watch television with popcorn, it’ll still remain a prison.
And you may not agree but I say this, be insecure. Let yourself be insecure. Let yourself be searching and seeking and finding and loving. You ought to be insecure, how else will they know about your throbbing heart? Your mind will decay with all the security. Let it grow. Don’t make it stagnant.
Are we so dead? No, live. Live with the pain and suffering. And all that is beautiful and ugly. Just live. I promise, it is good.
Do whatever. Take that trip. Leave that course. Fall in love. Leave that job. Paint and sing. Dance and write. Draw and love. Do whatever. But do it. Don’t get into the dogma of security. For fuck’s sake, stand from the rut. Move that body. And create. See the universe? It’s so gorgeous. Go out and serenade it with your love.
Next time someone says, you’re insecure. Say you’re. We’ll are. Who’s not I ask you that? What’s this mask of security everybody wants to wear?
As for security, leave that for those who’re in grave. They earned that after a meaningful life.
As for you.
You go and fucking fly. And live. And breathe. And dance. And sing.
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