Free who can not lie

Free who can not lie. A. CamusFreedom... About her, wrote poems and novels, made films and inventing aphorisms. She has so many faces, so many meanings and interpretations that this quest is easy to get lost.Freedom. That means it is for an office worker, for a monk in a Buddhist monastery for the homeless or for a maniac? At this time it wanted, at least once wondered about her, at least once tried it.





The greatest human freedom is to be yourself. Go for the smoky streets of the metropolis, in the vast desert or along the ocean shore, feeling this profound sense of oneness with her soul, with that child that lives within each person. This feeling of fullness, self-sufficiency and harmony with the world. It inspires you, makes this a memorable moment, a happy and strong spirit. Alone with yourself, you know the invisible secrets of life, plunge into a new range of feelings, even sounds and smells seem like a different, and paint – saturated bright. You are full. You're free to go.

And in this moment, you may hear a phone call. Insignificant compared to your enlightenment now, but reminiscent of other side of your life. And you again, promising myself to come back here, resume your running in a circle the social cage, where you're forced to wear masks, which means...to lie.

A lie is one of the greatest inventions of mankind. Its mechanism, it would seem that the obvious benefit, fear. However, this is only the tip of the iceberg. Once agreed to wear a mask, getting used to her as a reflection in the mirror. And the mask becomes the face, and inevitably grow together with the person... And you're different. You will not know yourself with a new look, but getting approval and support of the world, wearing that same mask on you, you begin to believe. That is – and there you are. And this is — a lie itself. This rapid running of his own soul, imprisoned inner child on the back of his mind, or worse, the subconscious is a dangerous and losing game. The run – hunting. Hunting for illusions of security and pleasure, for the mythical harmony in the end of the race, which – let's be honest! never to achieve. And you know it.

We all play hide and seek. This is one of the most popular and biggest games of our "civilized" society. Who from the authorities, someone from reality, who are the responsibility... But every time – from themselves.

And we are all alone in their cocoons, in soap bubbles of illusions, delusions and fears, under varied, but such false masks... you And me.

The world behind a rainbow film of bubbles is quite different. And we know that... But, being the eternal captives of fear, imposed by the need to lie, each of us suppresses the desire to venture back out, cutting through the cocoon with a razor blade awareness and protecting himself with a shield of honesty.

Is there anyone, who dares?

Going to this bold and wonderful journey, allow yourself to lose control. To plunge into the weightless abyss of his own thoughts, feelings, desires, memories...

Casually wander through the alleys of my subconscious as if it was completely the wrong lanes...





To climb the ladder your logic on the tip of the iceberg and there to light a fire...

To brush his imaginary friend fragrant crest of the branches of the currant, which is fashioned for you school teacher, so you don't forget how invitingly snow crunching outside the window during lessons...

Allow yourself to listen to the rustle of the morning newspaper in the hands of the sleepy passenger in the subway, feel it rustle, as if it were the only sound that you can perceive....

Dive into the sweet sea smells, passing by the well-known confectionery close your eyes...

Mentally, carefully take out of hot waffle, soft waffle and twist out of it... no! Not a tube! – a bird house, airplane! Then, feeling the lips hot Babes, eat your creation, aware of transience and the greatness of his life for you...

And then start to run. Running rapidly as I ran toward the summer rain in early childhood. Run faster and faster, and then pushed off from the ground, fly up! As high as you can! Spread your strong wings of his soul and will fly to the Sun, to accept a gift from him, a warm piece that will warm your heart in the coldest winter, in very difficult times....

Take it carefully, only with your fingertips and give your heart, because nothing is more precious than you, than the loving heart of the child living in you and is able to be surprised, to feel life, making you a real and deprive these wonderful moments that – such a boring – self control... do You copy?

Sunday night, when lonely, on Wednesday morning, when a lot of things... have a Listen: inside of you sings to the baby...

He will tell you a lot of amazing and true stories about yourself, only true. You'll laugh, cry, be compassionate... And at this moment you will return again freedom, in the hope that will not be re-banished by lies. And she will not deceive.Know the child in your heart cannot lie, and therefore rightfully has the freedom. Freedom not to wear masks, to fly, has imaginary tubes to kindle fires on the icebergs. And to leave his rainbow cocoon to give birth to a simple idea: "Free the one who can not lie".published

 

Author: Irene Reveco

P. S. And remember, just changing your mind — together we change the world! ©

Source: //stihi.ru/2011/06/17/6622

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