Leaving Toxicity Behind—A Free Spirited Birth

Ever stumbled upon a live wire, with its tail trying to hold you—acting like everything is alright yet nothing is. The world is a strange place to be, and it becomes tougher for minds that want to escape the construct of each aroma. There are a series of events, ones that will lead us closer to the shatter of our own dreams.

In my quest to understand life, I first have to free myself from the obscene paintings that want to have me drowned. Nobody would better understand than the inner scent—without the fear of being judged or placed in an asylum. It’s the idea of finding one’s own skin to live under and to be at contempt with everyday thinking.

People are so beautiful, but not all are. There are limitations—in this broadly filtered landscape, there is no denial of control over a thing or a body. I have always loved the free spirited humans, disregard to the tides of Tuesday or the tyranny of March. “Walk like this and not like that”, but some continuously utter. And when you are inside you own space, they will ask of you to undress and be at ease, “like everyone else does”, so as they say.

But the captivity of ones imaginations—how can you even comprehend, O human. There is nowhere to run when we are all running away from ourselves. Every day, when the authoritarian screams and does not stop, it’s like you are placed inside a train that will lead you to nowhere.

I have come to know, without any metaphors or abstraction—that no matter how much we try to please everyone else, the gap gets creatively larger. “Have you not heard what I just said,” they will continue. And phrases will get archaic to you just like everyone else did.

And the voice, a vice and unpleasant singing of the arrogant. Just leave when the air around you is thick, never to return to the land which made you want to destroy yourself. To let go, and stand up for yourself just for a single moment in life—it’s the beauty which every man craved for yet blinded by paper.

What is life to you if it’s staying around a human who has no regard to your essentialities? And to fathom the act that dissolves you psychologically each day, there is no time on earth for such petty acts. In-fact, to undress and just leave, I know it gets hard in this self-interested land, but wait for the call, a yearning which will take us to the stars of daylight.

I don’t understand, but I do—because everyone is always after someone or something, and will not stop till the chords break and the guitar exaggerates. Now that you realize, you should have left in the first place, asking of nothing but your own company.

So let’s walk, and be freed from the overwhelming nation of control freaks, pardon our faith in humanity because these creatures know nothing of it. And as we run, let us forget not—we too are members of this creative race, no one deserves to be treated with inferiority.

-Yogesh Chandra