a quick thought on freedom

As long as eggs and chickens are locked up and eaten, I remain a chick, not stolen from the world and fitting through the bars. Un(fix/fuck)able. Alive. Not nothing. Always in between. Do you know what I mean?

When someone looks at you, they only see themselves in that moment, and you yourself die. But you want to live and keep going. That's why you need something to share. That's why you want to create something that you have lived through yourself, that you can look at again and again and anew, and give people something that they can look at, but which is, and is not you, is and is not anymore. Something that they can see and be with again and again, always anew. But always. Just like a good friend. But you yourself can be free in a way that does not make you lonely. You can restrict yourself in a way that does not restrict you, but rather something; you are not shaped, but rather something. And yet it is you, but indirectly. You can make mistakes. You remain free and can develop. That is why creative work is so important. In it, you can be completely for others and give yourself completely. We all need an active life, the vita activa, and if we cannot find it, we will create it, even if it is only by starting a revolution. Because we are cut off from what is called the world. That is what we are when we are not free and fundamentally change ourselves for the opinions of others and give ourselves away, just so as not to frighten others. The fascists, they are so delicate. We must, and the good spirits I read about agree on this, remain unconcerned, unimpressed by secrecy and oppression. Perhaps this is the slave morality Nietzsche spoke of, when we lose our relationship to the matter at hand and to reality because we have chained ourselves to others with whom we have no free relationship. Our guide to unhappiness. Who wouldn't want to be a victim? When we force ourselves into bonds, into security where there is none, because we are not ourselves and the others are not themselves. Because we want to control others, because we allow ourselves to be controlled, reinforcing separation. When we can no longer give and take properly because we can no longer find ourselves and others in all our prejudice and authority, we can no longer create anything or make a new start. All that remains for us then is a contemplative life, secluded, thoughtless, limited. An answer to everything, without responsibility, fantasizing while avoiding the world. And because we believe we cannot do it, we have to assert ourselves. When do we get out? When do we stop running away from ourselves? We must think and feel for ourselves, walk alone, and have a relationship with the world and with reality. No one is who they are until they die. Being yourself is the bravest thing you can do. »Hey kids, rock and roll, nobody tells you where to go, baby.«