The Gift of Freedom

In the end, all your left with are these moments, myriads of stars of various experiences, dangling in the dark, glimmering in the vastness, pushing the limits beyond the set boundaries fabricated through generations, fabricated by ourselves. Instilled in us are all these preconceptions and prejudices and slowly yet together we break from these restrictions, through our own little battles within, through these revolutions we bring inside ourselves, towards a better tomorrow, slowly but surely evolving.. separately yet together.

All these different individuals, stories pulsating, coalescing into one. Each of these unaccounted, unseen struggles and sacrifices bubbling into these little gifts of freedom passed down through the ages- from the gallant, from the outcasts, from the rebels, silently building a stronger, wider foundation for us to stand on. Their eccentric visions paving a wider road for us to tread in, wider perspective to grasp on- one that accepts constructive changes, one that understands that every great system needs a renovation or even dissolution, one that constantly evolves, adds more dimensions or should we say unfolds new layers within itself. These struggles otherwise trivial to an outsider, is what made possible these profound transformation- from this ancient ape to an intelligent man,  to a more conscious empathetic and compassionate being.

Every now and then, for all those numerous unnoticed silent sacrifices ~ let there be a small remembrance, a tribute, for they were the true warriors for a cause greater, to appreciate what was given and accept their gift. Our guardians, long gone embedded in us forever in the form of our freedom. They were the weavers of the waves who turned into poetry, forming a beautiful melody.