You do not remember
When it all started
As long as you remembered
It was there
It is the way you bring yourself to do anything
It is the measurement of all you do
It is the need that keeps you stuck
You do not know what to do
You live like an automaton
You hope for wealth
You desire fame
Everything you consider doing should bring a degree of success.
What is formidable is that
You well know that any measure of success you have had
Never gave you anything
Success is a prison
Because it the blindfold that doesn't let you ask
"What do I want in this life?"
All you pursue is shallow vehicles to gain success
Is it effortless?
Is it sincere?
Would you do it if you were to die alone, poor and unknown?
"You put in a nickel and expect a fortune"
There is peace in doing something freely
No vehicle to gain something
No expectation to earn something more
There is only the thing...
For itself.
Come what may.
There is only the quality of time doing it
There is only the freedom one has when he does it purely
With complete omission of success, fame and wealth.
There is only the freedom one has when he sees
How narrow his vision was
How limited his understanding was
There is only the freedom one has when he sees
The path he takes, no one has taken it before.
He might do the same thing he would have done before truly understanding
But he would as a changed human.
Now that he understands, he might do a thing as a free human.
Are you ready to be poor and unknown for it?
The irony is, if you are,
You might never be poor and unknown
That's what freedom is.