← Pratham Purohit

Liberation.

What is liberation?

Is liberation rejection or acceptance?

Liberation starts with disgust. I look around, my messed up room. Suffocating, lifeless, everything shattered. Yet this room gives me a bed to sleep, a roof, a washroom to shit in private.

We're all living in a costume. Some folks like it, some don't. I don't. I grew up with lack. Real lack. Of resources, affection, and freedom. The only cool thing I possess right now is my head.

I tried making my life stable, but the more I owned, the more it owned me. A job, my emotions, affection, even my own mind.

What do humans like me do? Death isn't a cool option. I have stories in my head. I daydream them. I lucid dream them.

I want to tell those stories in my own way. The question is when? Play safe, make life stable, or use what you've already got and just fucking create.

What if nobody likes what I create? Then ask yourself, did you do all this for validation?

Play safe then. Idk man, I don't have the answers right now.