Locating the Elusive

I honestly have like a weird 'thing' for sad-ish lyrics and feel-good beats! That whole contradiction-is-fun kink probably!... For eg. i distinctly dislike incorrect grammar but dont mind it when people Deliberately mess around with words..ie. 'sad-ish'. haha. My dad hates my saying 'blah' too, apparently its not a real word. WordWeb defines it as "Pompous or pretentious talk or writing". See dad, it does exist!

Anyway, so i got up today determined to find a way to liberation. Yeah, its THAT easy!

First step. No Expectations (That an Art Excel course at the age of 11 taught me)
None whatsoever. No expecting a reply to that wall post/sms/phone call. But then, and here is MY modification, dont let anyone treat you like trash. You're totally allowed to disregard THEIR wall post/sms/phone call/other means of communication in the 21st century.

Second. Dont let your blood pressure gurgle up to a scary (and medically improbable) 700 when someone makes a sexist remark. Let them be. They obviously dont know enough. Face it, anyone with miniscule grey cells will KNOW equality is simply non-negotiable. And if they want to stick by common notions of women... well, their loss. Literally! They get to lose out on so much sense and are free to let the world witness exactly how deprived of intellect they are. (ps- you can also comment on them in your blog to vent!) :D

Thirdly. find your pal. No, not your oldest friend or person who you drink coffee with. Find someone who cares enough to wanna be near you and with whom you have a bond. No definition of 'bond'. Its different for everyone. Mine? Well, someone who you can text the abosolute worst/random/gushy/gooey/angry thing and expect a nod as a reply. (cuz they know you and know why you're saying what you are...)

And the last way that i considered. Was books. Yeah, the very same things you pass on your way to work everyday. Which you always wish you had more time to hang out with. They're the buddies you ignore and rarely prioritise. Basically when brain needs fodder just grab that hardbound copy of XYZ and thumb through its familiar pages. Nothing quite like living in a shared world. Where you allow no one but the writers words and your vision of them to spring up. (Tv is great too but then YOUR personal vision is extremely limited)

Liberation, for the lucky ones born in a democracy, is a state of mind for the most part.
We are as happy as we think we are.
We are as satisfied as we want to be.
To quote a line from Readers Digest..."we have an immense amount of input into the person we become"......We just need to allow ourselves to be what we really want.
So close to Independance day. I want to be Liberated.
In fact, in true Reiki style...i declare. I choose to be Liberated!

Happy Independence Day...for whatever it means to everyone!