Not so free

No one knows you better than yourself. No one can love you more than yourself. People term it self centeredness, I call it 'Vanity'. For all those who've seen "Jab We Met", the circadian broadcast on 'not-so-few' channels, the characters say it all. "Be your favorite", these three words have the caliber to turn a life around.
Here's a personal account for the same. Some fine day someone told me, we're human beings and not programmed devices. For surviving in this seemingly social society, we hand the control of our life to the people around us or let me say we render ourselves open source (for all those tech savvy people). We end up being puppets of some puppet masters who use us when they please.
Lets rewind our life's tape and be a child again for a moment. Remember when you were a toddler. The gleam in your eyes, the mischief, the innocence, the 'now risible' dreams to become an astronaut, a teacher, a mother or may be a ballet dancer. We surely did live our life our own way. No one could influence us,our moods, our ambitions and our wishes. The irony stands here. Though we were dependent, still we stood independent. As we grew, the race to please others started. Parents, friends, teachers, neighbors, relatives, bosses, colleagues etc. etc. etc., we didn't even spare stray dogs . To rise in the eyes of others, we fell in our own. The perfect example of  a voluntary transformation to challenge god's own creation (as if what god created wasn't perfect, we strive beyond perfection after all). So prone and gullible, we stand today ready to be controlled. We talk about the virtue of freedom but  are we free ourselves? I leave this question for you to ponder.