Deprived freedom, the censor who does not sleep, the tyranny that topples heads, and the chronic fear that consumes life until it is emptied of its meaning… a world in which the idea is chased before its owner, the feeling is stifled before it is born, and all of life is reduced to the shadow of “the deprivation of freedoms, traditions, and obsolete customs”; Where there is no room for an independent self, and no place for a free spirit, which either walks with the herd, or is led into torment that precedes death.
This is what tyrants do: they defuse feeling, destroy dignity, and reshape man as an obedient being, devoid of will. You are not allowed to choose your path; Your path was drawn before you were born, and your only task is to complete it as they wanted it for you. If it occurs to you to rebel, your fate will be crushed, because your rebellion – in their view – is a threat to their entity based on fear.
A person discovers, late, the greatest deception: that the life he thought was his is not his, and that his heart, mind, and body are nothing but loaned things, to be taken from him whenever they want. He becomes a mere follower, who has no choice but to obey, and is asked – mockingly – to be satisfied while he is robbed. As for the violator, his slogan is torture, and his fate is far away prisons, where people are slowly erased.
But the cruelest question is, why do some people seek slavery with their own hands? Why do they surrender their necks to the whip and give their executioners power? How does a person transform from a being who seeks dignity to one who is accustomed to humiliation and even defends it?
Slavery is not always imposed; Sometimes it is internalized, inhabiting souls until it becomes a part of them. You see people of knowledge and education, yet they turn away from the truth, justify oppression, and create an aura of legitimacy for tyrants. They forget that they were created free, and they silence their consciences so that they do not prevent them from adapting to humiliation.
Crowds are driven like flocks, sometimes by threats, and sometimes by deception.
Mouths are silenced, hands are tied, and people are dragged towards an abyss that is drawn for them in the name of order or interest. Sick voices rise up, which have not received much refinement or awareness. They take the lead on the scene, monopolize action, attribute to themselves what they did not create, and fight every success that is not attributed to them.
What is more dangerous is that these crowds do not realize that they are complicit in creating their restrictions. She cheers for those who bind her, defends those who rob her, and fights for the chains that wrap around her necks. It is as if she had become addicted to submission, until liberation became a burden that she feared. It is a cruel return to the time of fear, where tyrants are made as idols are made, not in secret, but in public, and in plain sight of everyone. They emerge bolder and more capable of control, while awareness declines and hope fades.
However, the question remains: Can a person who has realized his restriction be liberated? Or are the most dangerous types of prisons the ones that we do not see and that we contribute to building?
