Escape to freedom

What is your form of escape. A book, conversation, your hobby, a blog? What takes us to the place outside of ourselves?

... But what are we really escaping from? What chains have bound us to the point where we sit and plot of a way to break them, or at least loosen their grip? Is it life, or the lack there of? Its funny the bondage that seems the most confining is the one we put ourselves in. We complain about the claustrophobia as we nail in our own box.

Is it really freedom we want? For we know everything that is in our box, no harm there. Its so much easier to be masochistic. When people tell us what to do, life just happens. right? If you consider that living. But breaking down our enclosure, biting that hand that feeds us, leaves us out in a world by ourselves. Then we realize how insignificant we really are. We can sit and bask in the glory of the escape that we have always tired to obtain. Its finally here....and we are there to enjoy it, all by ourselves. All alone. Isolation is worth it for a taste of freedom, for the tension of the soul is relieved. And then and only then is it able to flourish.