Exhumation

I’m walking. I don’t know where I’m headed, but for reasons logic can’t decipher, I know I’m on the right path. Over reliance on logic is something that slowed down my journey for the most of its initial half. It had trapped me in a vortex of contradictions. Round and round, but never to the centre, blinding me from new dimensions from where I now see the bigger picture. I’ve broken down my walls one by one, untangled myself from this web of fiction that drives a modern man’s life.
I had to unlearn. Burn the love coated insecurities I inherited from my overprotective parents. Decondition myself from the damage done by a demyelinating educational system, a dying environment, and a conceptualized reality.
 Pathology, derived from the latin word for suffering, not just describes the pathological ego, which is the root of all suffering, but also the soil it is rooted in, the society. The process of my journey started with me unearthing the person I really am from the grave they made for me in this soil. Society is the pathology. A pathology which sociopaths are immune to.
My entire life’s suffering, like everyone else’s came when things didn’t happen the way I imagined it will, in the past or the future. I was stuck in the inertia of the  society which  traps us between memories of the past and an imagination of the future. All my problems went away when I woke up to the now.
 We are all birds who were taught to walk. Our sufferings end when we unlearn everything we were taught, let go of everything our minds created that weigh us down, and become aware of what we are capable of. Then we’ll know about the wings we've had all this while. Then, we’ll fly.