When we speak of freedom, what does it really mean? What is it that sets us free and what keeps holding us back? In so called modern society money is the tool that pays our way to be able to make decisions what to do in life. It also defines who are the ones that can choose freely and who cannot. To be extreme (but truthful), who can live, who dies.
Maybe it was a conscious decision to test how far can I go and how free I am as a European citizen, as a person from a wealthy country to travel freely. I was aware that I had stayed in Turkey over three months and that I should go to the boarder to re-enter the country, to get the fifth stamp on my passport. It felt like a joke to get a validation for my existence so I instead didn’t give it a thought. A was willing to accept the consequences of my freedom to choose whether to get that stamp or not. So, I preferred to wait couple months to exit the country to show my presence to my family.
As I was proceeding in the slow queue towards the passport control the thought of having some difficulties with the stamp issues came to my mind again. But instead of worrying or hurrying in the line I continued smiling and accepting the situation as it was. What else could I do but to smile? I indeed had troubles to exit the country. But the problems were mainly problems for the police officer as he didn’t quite know how to proceed. I either had to pay 600liras fee or 150liras to just get out of the country, but not being able to get back in five years. All I could do was to give all that I had in money, give my freedom to re-enter the country in five years with a smile on my face aware of the fact that nothing can take away the freedom to smile within to every person, every creature, item and happening in life. If we worry and feel sad of the things that happen, it will show on our face and will not help anybody.
The whole day traveling to the airport I was aware of how complex life can be if we continue blaming the system, the society, but do not act upon a better future for the sake of the happiness of all being on focusing how good life is whether it is in a crowded traffic bus or in the queue of passport control or even while paying your way to the country of your origin. In fact, my smile became even larger realizing how the serious police officer in the counter did not smile back at me while he was typing my name to keep me in the database for the next five years. Even the fact that I wished him good day from the bottom of my heart did not make him gaze up from his piles of documents. I was being categorized as an invalid human being because of my unwillingness to use money as a way to what one might call freedom... I’d like to know what would have happen if I’d say no for paying my way out as well… Actually I did, but the police officer seemed so confused after I mentioned that my plane was about to leave so let him out of the misery. I also didn’t want my parents to wait my arrival any longer. And while sitting in the plane I couldn’t help laughing. Still I had money in my pockets, paper that can pay your way to almost anywhere; money that gives me the chance to fly across Europe in few hours rather than hitch-hike in the during the cold season; money that can pay myself a good health which more than 80% of the population cannot afford.
I have to admit that I feel sad of the fact that I cannot re-enter Turkey. I cannot see the life lasting friends that I made there, share my presence with them, hug them; look at them. And it is my own choice of course, to push the limits, to see what happens to both in my mind and around me. But instead of feeling stressed and blaming the system, I can only smile to it. I realize how much liberty has been taken away from a person that has no rights at all. And if we more fortunate could only show these people that they can stand up for their rights instead of being victims of the system and the people who keeps it rolling, world could be much more enjoyable place for everybody. I know that we all do not want same things in life and thus there is enough for everybody, but by restricting the freedom of people will just make them want more of what they do not have.
If we would just begin to see each person as not an enemy or one more person left in the passport queue before us, but our friend, somebody to love, we would not spend so much time waiting the life to start or worrying about the things that happen or might happen because we would soon realize nothing bad can happen when we love each other. The best we can do is to truly help those in need and accept everything that happens.
After all, monetary system is something that I can observe and laugh about, not something that I desperately hold on to. It is a proven fact that money runs the lives of the world. Rich get richer, poor poorer. That way we’ll never have equal rights for all being. Money together with our ego continues to keep ourselves in this prison, if we do not become aware. I have been without money, without worries about what to eat. Still, I survived and kept smiling. The airline company even lost my backpack on my way to Finland, but instead of spreading negativity on my mind and around me I realized there’s nothing much I can worry; I had everything I needed right there: air on my lungs; smile on my face, and less weight on my shoulders. Well, the weight I gain back the next day, but at least the things that happen made me realize the things I owned ended up owning me. They ended up defining and holding me back.
The question is: would we be able to live in the world without money and identifying ourselves with it?
Maybe it was a conscious decision to test how far can I go and how free I am as a European citizen, as a person from a wealthy country to travel freely. I was aware that I had stayed in Turkey over three months and that I should go to the boarder to re-enter the country, to get the fifth stamp on my passport. It felt like a joke to get a validation for my existence so I instead didn’t give it a thought. A was willing to accept the consequences of my freedom to choose whether to get that stamp or not. So, I preferred to wait couple months to exit the country to show my presence to my family.
As I was proceeding in the slow queue towards the passport control the thought of having some difficulties with the stamp issues came to my mind again. But instead of worrying or hurrying in the line I continued smiling and accepting the situation as it was. What else could I do but to smile? I indeed had troubles to exit the country. But the problems were mainly problems for the police officer as he didn’t quite know how to proceed. I either had to pay 600liras fee or 150liras to just get out of the country, but not being able to get back in five years. All I could do was to give all that I had in money, give my freedom to re-enter the country in five years with a smile on my face aware of the fact that nothing can take away the freedom to smile within to every person, every creature, item and happening in life. If we worry and feel sad of the things that happen, it will show on our face and will not help anybody.
The whole day traveling to the airport I was aware of how complex life can be if we continue blaming the system, the society, but do not act upon a better future for the sake of the happiness of all being on focusing how good life is whether it is in a crowded traffic bus or in the queue of passport control or even while paying your way to the country of your origin. In fact, my smile became even larger realizing how the serious police officer in the counter did not smile back at me while he was typing my name to keep me in the database for the next five years. Even the fact that I wished him good day from the bottom of my heart did not make him gaze up from his piles of documents. I was being categorized as an invalid human being because of my unwillingness to use money as a way to what one might call freedom... I’d like to know what would have happen if I’d say no for paying my way out as well… Actually I did, but the police officer seemed so confused after I mentioned that my plane was about to leave so let him out of the misery. I also didn’t want my parents to wait my arrival any longer. And while sitting in the plane I couldn’t help laughing. Still I had money in my pockets, paper that can pay your way to almost anywhere; money that gives me the chance to fly across Europe in few hours rather than hitch-hike in the during the cold season; money that can pay myself a good health which more than 80% of the population cannot afford.
I have to admit that I feel sad of the fact that I cannot re-enter Turkey. I cannot see the life lasting friends that I made there, share my presence with them, hug them; look at them. And it is my own choice of course, to push the limits, to see what happens to both in my mind and around me. But instead of feeling stressed and blaming the system, I can only smile to it. I realize how much liberty has been taken away from a person that has no rights at all. And if we more fortunate could only show these people that they can stand up for their rights instead of being victims of the system and the people who keeps it rolling, world could be much more enjoyable place for everybody. I know that we all do not want same things in life and thus there is enough for everybody, but by restricting the freedom of people will just make them want more of what they do not have.
If we would just begin to see each person as not an enemy or one more person left in the passport queue before us, but our friend, somebody to love, we would not spend so much time waiting the life to start or worrying about the things that happen or might happen because we would soon realize nothing bad can happen when we love each other. The best we can do is to truly help those in need and accept everything that happens.
After all, monetary system is something that I can observe and laugh about, not something that I desperately hold on to. It is a proven fact that money runs the lives of the world. Rich get richer, poor poorer. That way we’ll never have equal rights for all being. Money together with our ego continues to keep ourselves in this prison, if we do not become aware. I have been without money, without worries about what to eat. Still, I survived and kept smiling. The airline company even lost my backpack on my way to Finland, but instead of spreading negativity on my mind and around me I realized there’s nothing much I can worry; I had everything I needed right there: air on my lungs; smile on my face, and less weight on my shoulders. Well, the weight I gain back the next day, but at least the things that happen made me realize the things I owned ended up owning me. They ended up defining and holding me back.
The question is: would we be able to live in the world without money and identifying ourselves with it?