Have you ever been arrested? Pinned down? Overwhelmed by force so brutal that you are at the physical mercy of the law with no where to run? I have. It fucking hurts.
Try to imagine a time when you were BOUND, when you couldn’t do anything. I’m not talking about just the physical shit, what about a time when you really really really wanted something, someone- but you couldn’t get it. . .
When you failed, when you crashed your car, when your best friend got bashed- and there was nothing you could do about it. You glistened with helplessness. Maybe you prayed. . . . . .
Last post I talked about how in society there are these ‘rules’ or ‘laws’ and whether we like it or not we are all bound by constraints. So I had this confrontation with the law recently, it tought me a lesson. I’m not saying that the law is ‘almighty’, far from that- but I know where I went wrong. I got what I deserved, I disobeyed the law. My punishment was arrest. I felt so helpless, running was not an option in this 19 year old’s mind.
Why is it so shocking? Maybe because I was so used to running, so good at it, at getting away with things. At being young and doing what I want. It’s FREEEDOM RIGHT? We’d do as we please- we get away with it. There is this ATM machine, the last user forgot to take the card out, it’s still logged in asking ’how much’ more you would like to withdraw, you know, $20 $40 $50 $100 maybe. You might give the card back and be good but I’m willing to say that some of you might consider taking cash, true? It’s not because we are unaware of the consequences, it’s because we deceive ourselves into thinking we can get away with it.
Them fools on those police car chases, you see it all the time, blazing recklessly through highways at 180mph (cos this kind of stuff only happens in America, yeah?;) dangerously swerving to avoid hitting pedestrians while trying to flee from the cops, unaware they are tracked 200m above ground by the heat-sensing helicopter that can see everything. Do they honestly think they can escape? There’s literally no where to run or to hide- but they still try, or we try, maybe it’s our instinct to run from consequences , we think we can get away with it.
Not this time. Pinned, bound to the floor with no where to run…restrained. You give up. You admit your fault and bear the full brunt of the consequences.
Maybe we hate it. But that is not the point- restraint is important.
What if there wasn’t restraint? What if there were no brutalities such as coppers and their 8.9kg batons? What if we always kept running?
Last year in June, Mr Keilar, a father of three, was shot dead in Melbourne CBD as he was trying to help Kara Douglas- girlfriend of the out of control Christopher Hudson. Another backpacker was also wounded but not fatal. One man died in a spur that day and two were heavily wounded all because one fucking idiot was on substance and decided to throw a fit. What if he got away? What if there were no consequences? What would it mean if he was let free?
Sometimes our consequences aren’t so obvious- maybe not to us. We think we are all fine- but are we? Isn’t it scary that we think we can handle things? Run away and hide when shit gets too serious? Do we need to wait until we can’t run no more before we admit that we aren’t invulnerable? Worse yet, what if we always got away with it? We will be playing GOD- thinking we can do whatever. Eventually we become slaves our desires. Kill a man? Easy.
Think about that for a bit.
Maybe a better stance would be to admit the consequences of our actions- admit that we are living within constant restraint within this world- and it’s for our good. True freedom really lies in knowing this. I will not condone mistakes, I screw up all the time I don’t even need to try…I am prone to them. However I will promise myself that consequences are for my better, a constant reminder that no I’m not God- that I’m free, free from being a slave to my own desires.
Keep screwing up, just know why 
Kudos
D
