th-ink

Thoughts and connections, frustrations and setbacks, ending in realization and liberation. Sometimes the mind has to be controlled, its hand held like a naughty boy, to prevent it from running down a metaphorical busy street.

Because with freedom and liberty comes a lack of discipline, structure and organisation. Ironically the things we fight most to break out of is the very thing we long for. The jail cell we thought we were in; a villa in actuality.
But what controls the mind? Can the mind control the mind, fighting it out like a endless civil war? Or are external factors, influences beyond our sight that are directing this charade, sitting behind a throne playing chess, playing out the pieces that comprise our lives.

But in the end, who gave them this power over us, if not voluntarily; in pursuit of dreams, goals, religion, fashion, love, sex, money.

th-ink. My thoughts out on electronic ink.