So, how ’bout this ‘freedom’ thing that all the cool kids are talking about lately – WTF is that about?
<warning – this is a bit random and ranty as I’m having a day – continue at own risk>
Freedom to travel, do, see, taste what you please when you want to without any real consequence or interference from anyone (well a minimum of interference anyway – gotta keep it legal, kids).
Immersing yourself in this freedom is so totally addictive that once you get a taste, you’re basically fucked for normal life (whatever that is).
While only dipping my toes in it for the past few years; gaining some confidence in the safe, yellow-streaked, floating Disney-bandaid end of the kiddies pool – the recent experience in Antarctica has really thrown me howling off the highboard into the freezing alien blue-black depths of the grown-up area.
So electrifying to move outside of what is considered normal.
When you consciously remove yourself from the polite but suffocating grip of ‘society’, an awareness develops of the boundaries of the cage society itself has become.
It’s just a control mechanism after all.
Making a choice to chew through the cage bars and squeeze out into a really real world: experience this in all of its fleshy, sweaty, squelchy and uncomfortable forms is what revitalises the flagging spirit, jolts the compromised soul back to life.
So terrifying to move outside of what is considered safe.
Is this really being free?
Having virtually endless choice and relative freedom of action can be daunting.
It’s not all rainbows and unicorns.
So the cage door opens, the once wild animal inside fears to come out at first; unaccustomed to this new experience of choice it keeps diving back into the safe dark corners of the cage.
It could be happy there forever if it doesn’t know of any other existence.
This happens time and time again.
Until it doesn’t, or the animal remembers.
Of the first cage, at least, and once you are out you will never willingly go back in.
Leading a life limited by an external agent isn’t really freedom anyway.
These cows aren’t free, just in a larger cage than most.
Their cage of choice is survival driven : food, water and a safe place.
Are they happy?
Probably, at least as as happy as cows can be, but free? No I don’t think so, they probably don’t care as long as their basic physical needs are met.
Humans want all this and so much more more. Food, water, a home, safety, a loving partner, a family – a purpose. We also dare demand to be happy.
So what about an internal cage, or an emotional cage?
How do we escape from something of our own creation? (Created either consciously or unconsciously).
I’m not a cow, obviously, so I can only speak for me : my cage of choice is an emotional mind.
It has many warm, safe and secure hiding places but it’s really a trap: like a black hole exerting enormous emotional gravity it drags you inside and keeps you there – it takes enormous efforts to escape.
So much easier to go with the flow – dive back in, cut yourself off, internalise everything. So warm and safe and familiar.
It’s hard to escape from yourself sometimes and stay outside in the world.
Blah blah blah blah blah …
OK that sounds a little (totally) wanky/crazy (I really shouldn’t reread this stuff) but things like this have been on my mind lately and I’ve talked about this before for sure.
Choice is hard. Adulting is hard. Freedom is hard.
Meh. Again I know I’m fortunate blah blah blah and it’s the current price I’m paying for my life choices.
Choice! Talk about spoilt!
Too many paths I can take, too many roads to travel. How to know which one is right long term or even right for now?
This current paralysis that comes with next level freedom halted my forward motion recently and has caused a massive stumble and a lot of self doubt.
It’s kinda still happening at the moment: presented by many forks in the road I’m lost, the maps in Chinese and my damn iPhone battery is dead.
I’m quite confused.
How do you make a decision on where to aim your life’s arrow when it’s a target rich environment and your aim is bouncing all over the freaking place.
Book that flight? This month or next month? Move to a new country? Move to a new state? Take that job? Don’t take that job? Buy a car? Buy a motorcycle? Where will I live? Stay or go? Call her or not?
Reality check: Watching the finite resource of my bank balance dwindle steadily is sobering and drags me back to the present.
Then safe Jamie returns – ‘hmmm better nail down that spending some more. No more travel. No diving. Cheapest options. Take any job they offer you. Eat cheap. Don’t rock the boat. Go back to Dubbo. Suck it up. Get back to work’
Shut up, safe Jamie.
Two new job opportunities – once back in the familiar cage, one just outside but not far.
One on the horizon but months away.
Can’t someone just tell me what the ‘right’ thing to do is please?
Maybe it’s just the sleepless nights lately or the excessive caffeine intake stressing me out a bit. A couple of challenging days just gone for sure.
Maybe its being challenged on my lifestyle choices by my daughters mother last night – she only ever contacts me when she wants money or just to remind me how useless a father I am or just to unload a hateful text rant about <insert anything about my life>.
I’ve blocked her so many times before but she manages to find open channels to make me feel like a piece of shit. It gets her off I think.
She’s a bit of a cunty person like that.
Hi Renee… 😉
<wow breaking new ground here blog wise – the ‘c’ word and slagging the ex – feel free to unfollow me>
Lately though it’s doubts and thoughts and questions like “Holy WTF !!!! What am I doing? Who have I become? Where’s the middle management career public servant/overplanner who had a plan A, B and C. and a solid course plotted for the future.
Sorry – he can’t come to the phone right now. Please leave a message.
I kinda miss that guy sometimes, even though it was just an illusion of control (which was ultimately holding me back) it was still a warm comforting illusion.
Another cage to escape from.
The core of the frustration that I just realised I’m venting today is that I don’t like having to rely on other people and right now, I kinda have to.
Independence is all great and that, but it can become a barrier to growth as well – learning to open up and let people in is a necessity both in a practical and an emotional sense- this very thing has just cost me another relationship I think.
A cage of indépendance but locking people OUT rather than me in.
Man, too much of a stretch – I’m digging my way out of this rabbit hole now!!
Anyway, shaking off some of this paralysis, today Ive booked a flight home’ (wherever the fuck that is now), booked my Cabling Endosements (look Ma, I’m a Licensed Data Cabler now) 4 days course in Melbourne for early June, let the AAD know when I’m available for Medical And Psych testing (yep still shortlisted), got my dental work done (clean bill of health and no real work to be done), and just had a nice breakfast at The Larder – waaay too much coffee.
I’ll come back to this later after a calming walk and a think….maybe edit this mess and make this less freaking weird.
Too many random thoughts at the moment.
too many coffees
* as it turns out, a 2 hour motorcycle ride up into the mountains was all I needed to clear the head.
** I think I will buy another motorbike when I get back to Australia.