“It’s because… I was born into this world.”
To kill, or to be killed. To take, or to be taken from. To give, or to be given to. To judge, or to be judged. To be born into this world, it allows us unimaginable possibility, to be what we want, and to do what we want. The freedom to choose, the right to choose. That is something I truly believe. Some may not agree with me that some things are not a right, or that it’s something that is to be left to “God”. In their words, “Who are you to judge? Only God can judge me.” But at the same time, I could also ask them who are they to judge who is allowed to say such things? And that’s the thing, we’re both very valid and also invalid. Because perspective is different for everyone. It is the subjective reality. It can be subjectively right or wrong, it depends entirely on the individual. But one thing that I can always trust to help illuminate the path before me so that I may forge my own destiny, is the truth. Because there is no subjective right or wrong with the truth, it is objectively right, even if it may seem subjectively wrong to someone else. The truth that we all possess the freedom to choose. Whether I am allowed to do something or not is not decided by anyone, it is decided based on whether the possibility exists or not. Some things may seem to be impossible to others, trapped and bounded by their own mind. Imprisoned by the machinations of their insecurities or beliefs put onto them by others. So they decide to try to keep others imprisoned in that same prison, what will be your answer when they come calling? To be a caged bird, kept flightless by dogma. Or will you choose your own path, unfettered by others? Personally, I’ve always been a free spirit. I choose to go with the wind, wherever it may lead, I’m not too sure. Though I do know, that I am confident in not only myself, but also my abilities to overcome anything that stands in my way.
“Burdens of the past still haunt me, when will I find peace?”
I’ve always wanted a little piece of everything. Ambition, love, family, hedonism, I felt at some point in my life I’ve wanted all of those things. It’s really difficult to balance everything and learning to accept that one way or another, you will end up displeasing either yourself or someone else. One thing I’ve always been able to find solace in, was something my mom taught me yet never told me to do. It was leaving something better than I first found it. I was always able to live with the fact knowing that I tried to make things better, even if I wasn’t able to please everyone. That was something that would always make me happy knowing, that I really did try and that was enough for me and that’s what happiness is for me. Everything has value, but only if I choose to give it value. And I do, I just hope that everyone that I met and kept in my heart will one day understand, that I truly did cherish all of them. Though, that’s just wishful thinking, I’m not the one to decide that. I can only keep on moving forward and hoping.
