Freedom. Not just the physical limitations but also the emotional. I often take my freedom for granted often forgetting how lucky I am that I live in a country where I am free to be whoever, whatever I want to be.
From the simple actions in your day to day lives to the political movements that changed the world. Breaking free of religious control and becoming whoever it was that you were supposed to be without rules and regulations of an apparent deity. Or even just simply having the freedom to express yourself without the cares and worries of social standing.
I was flicking through my friends facebook pictures. He is a recently released asylum seeker who has been enjoying what Darwin has to offer I couldn’t help but doze off a little at the pictures. All the same stoic stance with flat expressionless face. And all the same just photos of him standing there staring at the camera. Its like the camera turns on and the personality disappears and he becomes this false image for his friends. I wonder, does he think he actually looks good in every photo?
Is that how it is in Arab communities that appearance is all about just basically existing. How do people live in such a secretive society of bullshit. Why can’t you be who you want to be on the outside as well as the inside.
I look over at my couchsurfers and suddenly I’m on the other side of the spectrum. Open, giving, possibly exploding personalities. They don’t care about their appearances they want to enjoy life and this is the side of spectrum that interests me. This is who I am. My life is an open book & I couldn’t care less. You only have one life why wouldn’t you live it to the best of your ability instead of trying to remain perfect in other people’s eyes. There are countries out there fighting for the rights to be themselves and here you are in one of the most expressive countries out there and still you’re conforming to public opinion.
Laurent my French couch-surfer is a prime example of exploding personalities. He doesn’t seem to care when he looks stupid or people are laughing at him. The photos of his bikini romp through a shopping centre prime example. And this is just one couchsurfer out of many who has inspired me with their sense of adventure.
I don’t expect everyone to be as open as me but at least smile in your damn photos. Or take a risk!!! Do something else besides standing in the same boring stance.