FORTIFIED BRAIN

I am trapped. In my own mind. Aren't we all? It is the one place I can't escape. I am me at all times. I am self-aware but have a clouded perspective. A perspective from the inside looking out. But what am I from the outside looking in? Does it even matter? Does anything? Probably not. So I push to distract my mind enough to feel free. Freedom is the true goal. The golden fleece. But freedom in the pysical world is only one dimention. I must be free in my thoughts. And somehow my pursuits to be better, to be the best I can be, to be a role model, to live up to my potential, to be something special...have imprisonned me in a maze of thoughts, ideas, and goals. I'm thinking big now, being a dreamer, and encountering reality at the same time. Time is finite. Capacity is unlimited but at some point, some things can stay, but way more must go. Never to be experienced, never to be explored, never to be conquered. Too much freedom...the ultimate prison. How fucked is that? So I must trick the beast. My brain can't afford to lament what could be or what has been...it must trek on, touching new ground. My only freedom, adventure. Exploration. New input means I must be present. I must take in the moment and process it afresh. Allowing new neurological pathways to develop. When I experience something brand new, I can't worry. I cant fret. I can't feel impronsoned by my own brain because there is no space to worry. My brain must process what it has never seen, and in doing so, let go of the things it never will see. But after each new adventure, i know even more...and if i stay still for even a moment, I have to face that the prison's walls are now just one level thicker...