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I’ve just broken free from the slave ship—that relentless 9-to-5 grind—and it hits me: what is freedom if not the rejection of a life that’s been handed to me? This system, this machine of control, can’t kill my vibe because I’ve seen through its illusion. It’s not just a job I’ve escaped; it’s the whole lie that survival demands my soul. I used to feel my artistic mind teetering on suicide, suffocating under the weight of a world that demands conformity over creation. Was that despair the death of meaning itself, or a cry to find it? Now, alive again, I’m awake to something deeper—life isn’t about enduring; it’s about becoming.

I sense time ticking forward, and I can’t shake this vision of Kali, the destroyer, rising up to claim this deprived system. What does it mean that I see her hanging from her own pride? Is she justice, unravelling the chaos she’s wrought, or a mirror of my own rebellion—powerful, yet fragile? This gruesome suicide I witness, painted before my eyes, feels like a paradox: the system dies by its own hand, but so might I if I let pride or vengeance define me. Maybe existence itself is this cycle—creation and destruction locked in a dance, and I’m just a speck watching it unfold. Am I free because I’ve escaped, or because I’ve accepted that freedom and ruin are two sides of the same coin? All I know is, this scene I see—it’s not just a vision; it’s a question I can’t answer yet.

Dissected Treads

Tread 1 : Triumph Over Circumstance: Stoicism Fuels My Soul
Tread 2 : Faith Fuels My Defiance A Freedom…(Blog)
Tread 3 : How The Villain Of The System Meet Their End…(Blog)
Tread 4 : The Aesthetic Of Decay. (Blog)