Life in a circle and beyond

Sometimes I wonder about the weaknesses of us humans. Of our imperfections.

We are indeed an imperfect race, clouded by our sense of perceptions, judgements, and rendered essentially unfree by the pull of ties that bind us in a knot of commitment and presumed security.

The promise of commitment is strong, the hope of security real. And the insecure mind trudges along, welding and mending, consolidating what it believes are the points that would make a full circle. The circle of life, as one sees it, as one knows it.

That brings back the age old thought. Life revolves inside a circle.

I wonder, does life revolve inside a circle? Or does it just rotate about itself, spiralling about the contours of our imagination that push us only so far?!

For what is life if not the creation of our imagination....? Not to forget the structures around it that shape and confine it. For life isnt free. So isnt our imagination. Imagination, while liberating, isnt really liberated. It is a factor of our perception, a product of our experience and beyond. And it is in this 'beyond' that our salvation lies. For we can never be absolutely free, but yes, what we can and must aspire for is to be free'er', than we already are, than we think we can be.

Perhaps it is time that we shape the discourse of life differently...time for the circle of life to pave way for an open canvass of imagination where no enclosure is needed, of bonds and links and promises and commitment...where things and people are dots, little spaces scattered across a space that finds no limits, needs no limits...a space that need not encircle but only uphold...a space that is bigger than our experiential realities, capable, by its very essence to enable us to have a taste of that 'beyond' where the drag of bondage begins to lose grip, and the spirit of liberation finds its much awaited flight.