I often find myself wondering if one is ever well and truly free. I have neva been. And never will be. Tht's because deep down inside me I've always been skeptical of the existence of freedom. I think there is no such thing as being completely free. Not even after you are dead and gone, if you go by our religious scriptures. We all are caged and have restraints. We allow ourselves to be ensalved (there exists various degrees of willingness tho') be everything ranging from love, lust, commitments, to the darker elements like drugs and other crimes.

There is no such colour as purely black or white in our world of normal people. We are usually of the colour grey, a combination of thr two. It's only the dominance of one colour over the other that gets peple to satnd apart from the rest. These colours are painted by circumstances; the canvas is not complete. There are shades of red here, shades of blues and greens there. These colours are interpreted in different ways depending upon the individual's mindset. I perceive red to be love, passion and fury and all other feelings of the heart that go hand in hand, green is envy, jealousy and blue is innocence, and is universally deemed the colour of melancholy, to me it also emphasises vibrance. Have you seen the sky or the ocean wear a sad face? I haven't.

All I have been trying to say is that we are all made of colours. We don't realise it that's another part of the story. It's the colours you see or you want to see that makes the person you are. When you admire the colors of another, you try and discover the same shade in you by scratching away the dull surface. We are what we make ourselves to be. There is always a choice however unconscious..