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A part of the world screams in agony from brutal hunger. A part of the world has been raped blind and without care. A part of the world faces death-threats daily. A part of the world has no roof they can call home. A part of the world is diseased with sickness so hideous. A part of the world knows not and recognizes not, God. A part of the world is deprived of the luxury of family. A part of the world has not the treasured friend. A part of the world cannot love. A part of the world does not know love. A part of the world observes not the rest of the world. A part of the world knows only high and no low. A part of the world cherishes that which will easily perish.
But I am not that part of the world. And for this single reason, I have no right to complain. I have no right to be upset. I have no right to be a cry-baby. For other parts of the world suffer fates much worse than I. And I am still able to call myself fortunate, for I can still count the blessings with which I have been gifted.
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Thursday, 8 April 2010
Thursday, 7 January 2010
What it means to be free
The clock reads 2:27am, and I am wide awake still. 'Tis not unusual, for I am known for my bat-like habits. What is unusual is some of the major reasons why I am wide awake.
I am swimming in deep thoughts - occasionally going down under, and I'll come up for air, just to keep myself alive. The cool soothing water that floats by heals inner wounds, but I wasn't born with gills, and webbed my feet are not. So swim I must.
The music playing in the back ground is "New Heights" by A Fine Frenzy. Not exactly the most relaxed set of tunes to accompany me tonight, but somehow it fits nicely.
Random though this surely will be, I need to ask: what does it mean to be free?
Is it free from guilt? Free from burdens? Free to do anything one wants? Free to speak? Free to breathe? Free from slavery? What?
I don't believe its any of the above that sets the true definition for free.
After tonight, what I believe is that, to be free, is to be able to live, just as you are, and trust in the Almighty, that even after everything and what is yet to come, you'll be OK. You'll be alright.
I am swimming in deep thoughts - occasionally going down under, and I'll come up for air, just to keep myself alive. The cool soothing water that floats by heals inner wounds, but I wasn't born with gills, and webbed my feet are not. So swim I must.
The music playing in the back ground is "New Heights" by A Fine Frenzy. Not exactly the most relaxed set of tunes to accompany me tonight, but somehow it fits nicely.
Random though this surely will be, I need to ask: what does it mean to be free?
Is it free from guilt? Free from burdens? Free to do anything one wants? Free to speak? Free to breathe? Free from slavery? What?
I don't believe its any of the above that sets the true definition for free.
After tonight, what I believe is that, to be free, is to be able to live, just as you are, and trust in the Almighty, that even after everything and what is yet to come, you'll be OK. You'll be alright.
