Independent Thought

Independence in truest sense is a feeling, is an atmosphere that one achieves when there is freedom from all the inhibitions that bind us. The clouds roar through the sunny troposphere declaring their independence from always showing their Caucasian appearance, even they breathe out the personified frustrations by greying. The birds fly through the sky independent of all the earthly bound fears, in a territory where no one can reach them, they feel free. The water unleashes its power on the land during a torrential storm proclaiming independence of exploration. A human fights through all the adversities and achieves the independence of owning something /someone.
Well its quite iridescent how emotions add to the fuel. Every urge of being independent, every urge of fighting for independence is instigated by emotional upheavals. If there was no anger, no love, no pride, no happiness there wouldn't have been a single war, there wouldn't have been the birth of numerous senses like depression, pain, hurt, trauma, like the trees exist so would have we, without the desire to own something, without the ambition to achieve something, without the sense of fighting for both right and wrong. Every mistake is committed emotionally; every achievement is enveloped in emotion.

Emotions play folly with our minds, they create illusions but they make you free, they make u dream, they make u want, they make you independent of being a stoic, they make you an artist .So this Independence Day do we want to get independent of our emotions and lose all our colours or be an emotional fool and win on hopes?

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