Freedom and Responsibility

Freedom and Responsibility

To be free is to take responsibility for your own happiness.

Today we tend to delegate to others choices we alone are responsible for. We delegate our children’s and our own education to school, we delegate our emotions to a psychologist, we delegate our happiness to someone else’s love for us, we delegate our reason to politicians and our culture to experts.

When we delegate we think we are getting rid of the responsibility. Once you send your son to school, it’s not your fault any more if he doesn’t learn, once someone loves you it’s not on you any more to remember to love yourself, once an expert declares something, you don’t have to interrogate yourself so much about it any more, and it’s not on you if the expert, and you with him, turns out to be wrong.

Delegating makes us feel like the weight of responsibility is not pushing down on our shoulders any more.

But that is just a wrong impression. Delegation doesn’t take away the responsibility, it just makes us feel justified for ignoring it.

When we delegate our education or our happiness to someone else, we are responsible not only for the choice to delegate, but also for every choice that other person makes for us.

Responsibility is always on us, we can decide to leave it to someone else to influence it or we can own it. But it’s there, it makes us responsible for everything that happens to us.

Once we own it, accept it, we are free. Then there are no sacrifices and no mistakes, there are no faults of others: everything is a choice, and everything is our choice.

Being free is not just rainbows and joy, freedom is a difficult thing to live with. Freedom means that if you’re unhappy it’s on you and you alone. Happiness is your own responsibility and shouldn’t depend on anyone else. Success is your own responsibility and shouldn’t depend on anything else. Life is your own, and no one can lead yours but you.

That’s not an easy concept.

People deny it, but freedom is a “hard” choice to make, it takes courage and determination, it takes strength and passion. It’s so much easier to keep delegating, so very less complicated to just follow the mass and standardise. Doing what you’re told or expected to do is easy, deciding what to do from scratch is not.

 

Once you are free and responsible for your life, you learn there are no failures, only lessons, and there are no sacrifices, only choices, and there are no duties, only passions, and there are no mistakes, only life.

Not because freedom is easy, but because a free life is happy even in the darkest and most difficult moments.

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Quotes Wall: Bukowski Part 2


 

the choice
is yours,
he said,
morals died with God,
you’re on your
own.

 

life has abused me and I have mis-
used it.
I enjoy attacking the sun with a
squirt gun.

 

the word is one of
the most
powerful miracles
in
existence,
it can enlighten or
destroy
minds,
nations,
cultures.

 

by the time they get to your books you
are no longer in your
books.

you are on the next page,
in your next
book.

 

a killing unhappiness:
never knowing
what you might have
been.

 

our world
it’s strange, isn’t it?
you can’t
compare it to
anything else
yet you quickly
learn
that there is
something wrong
with it
and with the people
that
inhabit it.

 

the human voice besides being basically
ugly also reminds me of the human
race
and one of the last things I want to
think of and one of the first things I
want to get away from when I listen to
classical music is
the human
race.

 

the same all murderous kiss
of death clothed in a creative
art.

 

I became a writer but when I was a boy
I used to dream of becoming the village idiot

 

– quotes by Charles Bukowski

 


 

Quotes Wall: His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman


 

Then Lyra gave a cry so passionate that even in that muffled, mist-hung world it raised an echo, but of course it wasn’t an echo, it was the other part of her crying in turn from the land of the living as Lyra moved away into the land of the dead. “My heart, Will …” she groaned, and clung to him, her wet face contorted with pain. And thus the prophecy that the Master of Jordan College had made to the Librarian, that Lyra would make a great betrayal and it would hurt her terribly, was fulfilled.

 

“We are all subject to the fates. But we must all act as if we are not,” said the witch, “or die of despair.” 

 

“I told him I was going to betray you, and betray Lyra, and he believed me because I was corrupt and full of wickedness…. I wanted him to find no good in me and he didn’t. There is none. But I love Lyra. Where did this love come from? I don’t know; it came to me like a thief in the night, and now I love her so much my heart is bursting with it. All I could hope was that my crimes were so monstrous that the love was no bigger than a mustard seed in the shadow of them, and I wished I’d committed even greater ones to hide it more deeply still…”

 

And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.

 

The intentions of a tool are what it does. A hammer intends to strike, a vise intends to hold fast, a lever intends to lift. They are what it is made for. But sometimes a tool may have other uses that you don’t know. Sometimes in doing what you intend, you also do what the knife intends, without knowing.

 

“For a human being, nothing comes naturally,” said Grumman. “We have to learn everything we do.”

– quotes from “His Dark Materials” by Philip Pullman

 


Quotes Wall: Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach


 

Heaven is not a place, and it is not a time. Heaven is being perfect. -And that isn’t flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn’t have limits. Perfect speed, my son, is being there.

 

Don’t believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding. Find out what you already know and you will see the way to fly.

 

“Your whole body, from wingtip to wingtip,” Jonathan would say, other times, “is nothing more than your thought itself, in a form you can see. Break the chains of your thought, and you break the chains of your body, too.”

 

He was not bone and feather but a perfect idea of freedom and flight, limited by nothing at all.

 

You have the freedom to be yourself, your true self, here and now, and nothing can stand in your way.

 

To fly as fast as thought, to anywhere that is, you must begin by knowing that you have already arrived.

 

You have to practice and see the real gull, the good in every one of them, and to help them see it in themselves.
That’s what I mean by love.

 

Overcome space, and all we have left is Here.
Overcome time, and all we have left is Now.

 

We choose our next world through what we learn in this one. Learn nothing, and the next world is the same as this one, all the same limitations and lead weights to overcome.

 

– quotes from “Jonathan Livingston Seagull” by Richard Bach

 


Quotes Wall: Hymns to the night by Novalis


 

I live through each day,
Filled with faith and desire;
And die when the Night comes
In heaven−born fire.

 

I turn aside to the holy, the inexpressible, the mysterious Night.

 

To the Light is its period allotted; but beyond time and space is the empire of the Night.

 

In Death, eternal Life hath been revealed:
And thou art Death, by thee we first are healed.

 

Soft is the end as the lyre’s mournful trembling.
Remembrance fades i’ the gloom a shadow throws:
So sang the song, a dreadful doom dissembling.
Yet undefined remained eternal Night,
The stern reminder of some distant might.

 

– quotes from “Hymns to the night” by Novalis

 


Quotes Wall: 1984 by George Orwell Part 2


 

War is peace. Freedom is slavery.  Ignorance is strength.

 

Power is in tearing human minds to pieces and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing.

 

But if thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought.

 

It’s a beautiful thing, the destruction of words.

 

Being in a minority, even in a minority of one,
did not make you
mad.
There was truth and there was untruth, and if you clung to
the truth even against the whole world,
you were not mad.

 

We do not merely destroy our enemies; we change them.

 

If you can feel that staying human is worth while, even when it can’t have any result whatever, you’ve beaten them.

 

The masses never revolt of their own accord, and they never
revolt merely because they are oppressed. Indeed, so long as they
are not permitted to have standards of comparison, they never
even become aware that they are oppressed.

 

To die hating them, that was freedom.

 

Reality exists in the human mind, and nowhere else. Not in the
individual mind, which can make mistakes, and in any case soon
perishes: only in the mind of the Party, which is collective and
immortal. 

 

The end was contained in the beginning.

 

The essential act of war is destruction, not necessarily of human lives, but of the products of human labour. War is a way of shattering to pieces, or pouring into the stratosphere, or sinking in the depths of the sea, materials which might otherwise be used to make the masses too comfortable, and hence, in the long run, too intelligent.

 

Tragedy, he percieved, belonged to the ancient time, to a time
when there were still privacy, love, and friendship, and when the
members of a family stood by one another without needing to
know the reason. 

 

– quotes from “1984” by George Orwell

 


Autumn sky

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Autumn, as the sky, has stars. Maybe 81. DSCF7195 ©SaraLovallobecause Autumn is like a sky after all, it is the sky of poets and artists, lovers and mad dogs of glory

Sometimes I look up and I’m struck by the sight of a breathtaking sky, sometimes the clouds are filled up with light, sometimes they’re like blankets in the blue, or they’re sketches from a child’s book. Sometimes the sun rays play throughout the sky and paint beautiful emotions for us. 

75. DSCF7181 ©SaraLovalloAutumn is like the sky, just less quiet, more playful, less soft and more intense, it shines with passion and it flies on wings of art. 

 

 

 

I breath in Autumn and live in its art, I write Fall and love through the following seasons. 

How can the poets
Construct poetry;
If autumn remain far

“Wind of Autumn” by Bongokobida Zakaria

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