We are all schizophrenics.
Our straitjacket is invisible because it is mental. The Ego, this tyrannical and capricious child, traps our mind, limiting us between his own boundaries.
Therefore, there is the being we really are and the worldly animal we present to society. The being we crave to be and the one we are in reality. The surface that reflects in the social mirror and our subjective being, hidden in the obscurity of our subconscious.
Two voices constantly fight against one another inside of us. But we often listen to one of them, muzzling the second, too weak to resist. The Ego calls, again and again, for the part of a cake that would never satisfy it. Establishes toughly the boundaries that are supposed to delimit him and therefore strengthen it.
This way, some of us would define themselves, their entire life, by a unique job, passion, partner, comforting the mental prisoner of its own illusion.
To open these boundaries would mean to dilute this Me that the Ego had all the pains in the world to barricade. To loose its power on the perception we have of our being by erasing those limits is unbearable. This would even probably resurrect this voice we kept silent so many times.
But wouldn’t this be the best thing to be done?
Trapped in the illusionary fortress of this fake safety, we keep blocking any concept that would make its walls trembling.
But the real truth is beyond these boundaries. Would we have enough courage to set us free from them?