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Neither a slave, nor a master !

"Are you committed ?" - What do they really mean by this ? Does it actually mean if we are in a relationship with someone or not ?


The word 'committed' often scares me. I wonder, how could we call a person who is in a relationship as 'committed' !  

We often live our lives subserviently and submissively. What should we surrender and live by ? Is it our body, our love, our feelings, our emotions, our desires or our whole being ? 


I recently saw the whatsapp status of one of my friends, who is married, and it was like this ; "He's my master and I'm his servant" !
Might have written this due to the 'true love' they have for each other !! Later, after having a kid, she herself said that her husband is literally everything for her, but he doesn't even know what her passion is ! How pitty !! I'm wondering, what was her criteria in choosing her partner ?! Well, we'll discuss about that in some other page...

How do we live ? I think such 'committedness' goes so further, which is actually toxic !


Many of the relationships we see today are narrowed down to one person or stuck in the decisions of that one particular person. And the saddest part is, such women find 'their heaven' at the very feet of their men ! Period !

Waiting for the permission letter to get approved by the 'master' for every single and simple thing, like the 'freedom' of a chained domestic animal....permission to have only those inside the chain....

 

Often, this is our 'committed' life !

So think before you surrender everything ; think before you get 'committed', that you are neither a slave, nor a master !


Wishing you all to have a good day.

Thanking you :) 




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