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Freedom Or Death?
This is the question.
Dear Readers,
Rivers do not drink their water, flowers do not breathe their fragrance, trees do not eat their fruits, and the sun does not shine to give light to itself.
To live for others is a law of nature. We are all born to help each other.
Preface
If you allow something to harm you, it eventually harms you. But if you stop it, the thing returns to where it came from. So it is with thoughts. They cannot harm us when we free ourselves to go where they came from.
If we think about it, we grow what we cultivate.
We take care of our children, our pets, our loved ones, our homes… If we stop caring for something or someone, it eventually disappears, like the tree whose roots have been cut off. That’s the way it is with thoughts.
Thoughts bestow our freedom or are the bars of our prison.
We are also vulnerable because we are hurt. We are unhappy because we cannot be ourselves. We limit ourselves to the matrix we create around us to follow its illogical, repetitive motion.
The prison, whose bars we paint pink to better see the padlock that we have put ourselves.
