Not like the stars that shine every night, not like the sun that rises everyday, but like a drop that falls in an ocean, or like a grain that falls in a terrain. Once and for all, lost forever.
There are two expressions of love, she said. Either you lock the flower in seclusion, that way you get to worship its beauty and sink in its love everyday whole day, or you watch it grow away from you, in its roots, in its entirety. You bear the anxiety of separation and jubilance of union each day anew, and watch it grow petal by petal eventually fading into a vacant stem.
The problem is, my friend, most people are only familiar with the former.
You know what’s freedom, she asked?
Entrusting yourself to the currents of air. Afterall you can’t be in air and fear the winds.
Its for our own protection honey. Her mother tried to explain. But she was never really satisfied.
Why do we need fences?
Barbed wires around everything beautiful. Why did God not make fences around His rivers and deserts? Why does sky have no fence? Why do clouds get to breach territories with their rain? How did God miss this important detail?
Honey why don’t you appreciate the pasture? Try not to focus on the fences if they disturb you.
Because the pasture is where it should be. The pasture is at home. But the wires.. they are weeping. They want to be set free. They don’t want to live a life of hostility, but no one’s listening ma.
And my heart is aching for them.
Prompt from Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto challenge.
One of the things that disturb me the most is watching people take away other people’s right to freedom. Freedom to express themselves, freedom to just be.
I come across these posts on Facebook where people like you and me, the ordinary kind, judge other people based on how their opinions are shaped by their disabilities. And I find it so disgusting. Would any of us wear our flaws out in the open and then let people like us judge them for its impact on our speech?
We live in a world where people cannot come forward with their deficiencies. Where we cannot take bravery and mettle from the deprived. We have a self-engrossed concept of pain and the subsequent reaction to it. We will hide our own flaws behind the armour of our body, and boldly criticise those who live a life of vulnerability and no amount of armour can hide it for them.
What we fail to realise is when God puts people through a grave trial, He empowers them with equal strength to carry its weight.
And fact of the matter is those who don’t know how to be vulnerable, will never truly experience what real strength and liberation of embracing yourself are.
So as long as your freedom is not hurting another being. Be free in mind, body, and heart.