How Can There Be Freedom If You’re Still Becoming?
You won’t like this if you’re still trying to become someone.
How can there be freedom if your entire life is a strategy?
If every choice, every relationship, every dream you chase is just a way to not feel what you don’t want to feel?
How can there be freedom if you're still trying to become someone worth loving?
If your spiritual path is just a better-looking disguise for shame?
If the truth is, you don’t want freedom, but you want to feel special, safe, and admired?
How can there be freedom if you still believe your worth depends on what you do?
If even your silence is a performance?
If your self-worth is just emotional blackmail you learned as a child, still playing out in adult clothes?
How can there be freedom if you still need others to like you?
If the opinions of strangers still determine how real you feel?
If a slight change in someone’s tone can ruin your day?
How can there be freedom if you’re still trying to fix yourself?
If the one doing the fixing is the very illusion that needs to die?
If you're terrified of what happens if there's no longer anything left to work on?
How can there be freedom if you're secretly hoping awakening will make you finally lovable?
If your whole search is just a fancier way of begging the universe for affection?
If you're not searching for truth, but for relief?
How can there be freedom if you still need to matter?
If you can’t imagine disappearing without leaving a mark?
If the thought of being ordinary makes you panic?
How can there be freedom if your whole life is a response to someone else’s voice?
Your father’s disappointment.
Your mother’s silence.
The teacher who humiliated you.
The friends who never saw you.
And you're still trying to prove something to them, long after they’re gone.
How can there be freedom if you still think your story is who you are?
If every time you speak, it’s just a defense of a past you never questioned?
If you believe your scars define you, because letting go of them would mean facing the void?
How can there be freedom if you're still comparing, still measuring, still needing to win?
If you’re not alive, you’re just auditioning.
And the worst part?
You already know all of this.
You’ve known it for a long time.
But you keep going.
You keep performing.
You keep pretending.
Because if you stopped...
everything you think you are might fall apart.
So again.
How can there be freedom if you’re still someone?
PS: If something cracked open and you want to support this ongoing unfolding, you can give a gift. Not as payment. Not in return. Just as a gesture of support, if that’s what stirs in you.