The Politics of Living

Humans are composite creatures made up of virtues and vices. Stripped off all vices a human becomes his own angel. But to get there is a treacherous journey.

What does it take to slay a thousand demons- fear, inhibition, immorality and consciousness of the surrounding; unlearn the learnt, step over the professed perfect, terminate the obvious in order to be liberated?

What does it take to drift away, to let you lose, and to go with the flow; to unshackle self from routine, to become the person you are not but you want to be; to become the purest form of you; to become the spirit that resides within?

Oft times, the romantic in me wants to be this person, the rebel, the outlier, the perfect 10, the epitome of the ideal flawless living. But the harder I try, the farther I get away from the 10. Because I realize I endeavor not for me in the real sense, but it is to become someone that someone else would want to be. I ask myself “There are loads and scores of people who I want to be. But are there people out there who are what THEY want to be?”

Are there any real 10/10 lives or the ones that seem to be 10/10 on the outside are also struggling within to get there?

Do the ones who inspire also aspire?