When you think of a prison, the walls someone is hidden behind, the limited freedom, the control posed over one’s actions, can you empathize with them?
Are you fundamentally free-er than a prisoner? Are you, in fact, a prisoner?
The way I see it, we ourselves live within very definite limitations, our body for instance, our limited views of the world, our inability to control our harmful urges and habits. Limitations equal restrictions and restrictions equal control that equals an imprisonment shrouded within a belief in a conventional freedom, namely the freedom of choice, i.e doing what we want. We are very restricted in what we do. Since childhood we are told what is right and wrong, what we can and cannot do, what is acceptable and not etc. These are very definite limitations that need to be resisted and broken through, if freedom is what we desire.
By desiring freedom we also desire a way of being that is without limitations, without borders or restrictions. But when our body is the final and very definite borderline, how can we ever become something that is limitless? In the very core of our individuality that is bound with the body, are we not also bound to an existence that by definition has to be unfulfilling, confusing and seemingly without meaning.
But something as fundamental as the very core of our individuality can’t just be ridden of. How could something that by definition is restricted and limited become limitless? That would be like saying that our body would contain the universe! It is a paradox, for something limited and restricted even to be able to desire something like freedom. Because to desire an end to what restricts us, what binds us would also mean to desire the end of that very individuality, death.
A big price to pay for freedom, giving up gain, our sense of security, our “knowingness”, dying. Stepping into the unknown to find a freedom we can’t see is something a person, an individuality won’t and can’t do. Not by itself. Something has to step in and take the lead, like a blind person needing someone to guide we also need someone to take us through the darkness.
How could something limited bring any lasting satisfaction? Being free while bounded with restrictions, is that even possible?
We can’t see a prison. We are the prison.