As I went through the finishing moments of exams, I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of freedom, of wild liberation. All around me in the cold confined space, I saw the same thing. Some were more excited, others less. Shouts, cheers, it's over! Liberty! Freedom! It felt like being released from a tiny dark cell.
Wild liberation, that thing was contagious. Running around in bouts of madness, watching my friends engulfed in their own frenzies, I couldn't help but feel the expanse within me contracting. It was fleeting; impermanent for some reason.
Then it all made sense. I was never forced into a cell in the first place. I created it. The pain wasn't real. It was all a product of my being. There was no actual period of confinement. There was no torture. It was all life. Life went on then. Life goes on now. I was never trapped, never liberated.
Now it occurs to me. I have always been living. There were no discontinuities. All that I've been through, those experiences were life. All those I met, those people were life. Life never trapped me. Life was never my confinement.
Life is my liberation.