The freedom of the Mind

Dear Journal,

How I have missed you! I know you were not very far; I felt your call, more and more insistent, these past weeks. I just did not take the time. Did not take the time to sit down, to set things down. And finally, I understand as I write these words, settled on the train heading to the north of France, that I have not been listening to my needs. I spent these last three days trying to recover the energy needed for this journey. In your company, at this moment, everything becomes clear.

Writing is an outlet, a parenthesis in which I free myself from certain emotions which sometimes find no other way to regain their freedom within the Universe. Caught in the whirlwind of renewed creativity and the organisation of the end of the year, I let myself be overwhelmed…
I lost my balance. What is the wave of invention worth if it overwhelms us?

What is beautiful in creating is the heart we put into it, the freedom we feel in it.
What is beautiful in returning to the centre of the chest is feeling love flow, from heart to heart, in pure fluidity.

Sometimes we find ourselves facing a poor flow of this energy. Sometimes it affects us personally. Why does it sometimes seem so hard for some people to see the beauty in others? Yet truth is one and experience is many…

Human contact is for me an inexhaustible source of tolerance. I am sad to see this immeasurable capacity for love battered by the fears and vicissitudes of a so-called modern world. Judgement and fear blind humankind’s vision. It is clear that conflicts of values underpin our world, and they comfort us in a sense of belonging. But are we truly free within this illusory security?

Nowadays, I do not believe, in the philosophical sense of the term, in human freedom. Each of us acts not only under outside constraint, but also according to an inner necessity. There is a well-known saying that everything starts with oneself. Today, I am convinced that human freedom will come through the freedom of the Mind.

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