I grind through my Monday to Friday, 8-5, in the liberty allotted to me by someone who doesn’t know me or necessarily care about my welfare, provided figures look right in bank accounts. I live in a society that tells me I am free, provided I live within the confines of the liberty allotted to me, based on my gender, colour, age, religion and financial stability. These institutions would have me believe that love is love and that I am loved. But that just isn’t the truth. In that Love, by standard, is a submission to the will and welfare of another, my employment and the system I contribute to tolerate my presence. I, as a person, mean very little.
When I’m around nature, though, I enter into a ‘cleansing’. Physically, I can breathe easier, I’m relaxed and smile without reason. My mind is free from worry and stress, as I take in the purity of what is around me. As brutal as nature can potentially be, its peace and display of Love draw me in to nature’s own set parameters of freedom. In that nature wouldn’t necessarily react to my destructive human nature, I am at liberty to be totally free.
If only employers and social systems could realize the lessons taught to us by the nature that surrounds us, in silence, portraying lessons since the beginning of time, as we stay too busy making money to pause and see the better way forwards. Love and relationships should always be paramount; just as nature intended.