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I build my castles on clouds, that I’m more than sure of. But then, you say, building them on clouds ain’t gonna work, as I could not be able to reach them, try as I might. Maybe, maybe not. But let me tell you this: I’ve always adhered to the thought that our dreams exist for reasons beyond reasoning, that they were put there in our hearts, for a purpose. Depending on what your faith is, you might say it’s God who put those in your heart, or Destiny. I’ve always looked to the heavens since I was a child, and in a way, I still am. The sight of  clouds moving across a cerulean sky is one that best epitomizes one’s dreams: fleeting yet substantial. The thing is, dreams are more than just fictional figments residing in the nooks of our brains: they function, not just as aesthetic accouterments but rather, as reminders. Reminders that there is a higher being who put those in our hearts just to let us know that we have also been given the skills, nay, talent to reach them: the tools to build our own castles, not just in the sky, but in the ground we stand on.
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I build my castles on clouds, that I’m more than sure of. But then, you say, building them on clouds ain’t gonna work, as I could not be able to reach them, try as I might. Maybe, maybe not. But let me tell you this: I’ve always adhered to the thought that our dreams exist for reasons beyond reasoning, that they were put there in our hearts, for a purpose. Depending on what your faith is, you might say it’s God who put those in your heart, or Destiny.

I’ve always looked to the heavens since I was a child, and in a way, I still am. The sight of  clouds moving across a cerulean sky is one that best epitomizes one’s dreams: fleeting yet substantial. The thing is, dreams are more than just fictional figments residing in the nooks of our brains: they function, not just as aesthetic accouterments but rather, as reminders. Reminders that there is a higher being who put those in our hearts just to let us know that we have also been given the skills, nay, talent to reach them: the tools to build our own castles, not just in the sky, but in the ground we stand on.

To claim that one is free is preposterous. To claim that one is not reined in by something is nothing more than a lie. As much as the bit about us having free will is true, possessing it is a whole different ball game compared to having real freedom. Now, I could go on all night about this but as I wouldn’t want you to get bored of my arguments, let me say this: We are governed by instinct. And instinct, as we all know, is one fucked-up master. It calls us to its bedside, asking us to do things ranging from the mundane, to the extreme. And just when you thought it had given out the most vile of its orders, you realize it’s only getting started. We are chained to it, each action we do is created only when it tells us to do so. Not a second passes without us being subjected to its whims and  caprices.  Free? I dare say not.
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To claim that one is free is preposterous. To claim that one is not reined in by something is nothing more than a lie.

As much as the bit about us having free will is true, possessing it is a whole different ball game compared to having real freedom. Now, I could go on all night about this but as I wouldn’t want you to get bored of my arguments, let me say this: We are governed by instinct. And instinct, as we all know, is one fucked-up master. It calls us to its bedside, asking us to do things ranging from the mundane, to the extreme. And just when you thought it had given out the most vile of its orders, you realize it’s only getting started.

We are chained to it, each action we do is created only when it tells us to do so. Not a second passes without us being subjected to its whims and  caprices. 

Free? I dare say not.