On freedom

 I'm actually cheating. I used freedom in the title all because it's Independence Day here in my country--a country that's free in most aspects yet the shackles of poverty, corruption, and small-mindedness won't ever let its people be truly free. The disparity between the poor and rich is so vast that you will witness it just by walking the streets.

I am privileged, I am aware of that, sometimes too aware, and yet there are times that I forget that.

Martin said I'm one of the most self-aware persons he knows, my therapist pointed out you are actually very aware of your emotions but that I always rationalize situations and circumstances, and I am actually too self-conscious to let the small stuff go.

At any rate, I'm supposed to be working on something but here I am slacking off. Is that a form of freedom as well? It's a choice, yes. Do I willfully do it? Yes, I procrastinate a lot. Will I kick myself for doing this? Also yes. Hahaha.

Oh well. 


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