Write Freedom

Every people have a imaginary how the world is. And everyone is blinded from how the world perceive us.

Yet what I know is that peace for some are totally not viable or obtainable or is it?

Some people know exactly in their hearts that they are more than their current environment. Some is just too angry to bother, and some are trapped by fear.

We can choose. To walk the distance, to a strange land and totally start over again. Be it becoming a security guard, a fast food vendor or a venture in a new business. We do not really have to wait nor do we have to prepare. If it is an adventure, and all we have in life now is anger, loses, empty soul, and nothing but debts. Why can’t we just move on and do better? What are there to lose?

For fifteen years I have been trying to learn one word.

Fatherhood. I have never been able to grasp the meaning of it.

I see people and how their father treat them.

Some are loved and caring, others beat them to death. And some simply train their children to be a soldier. Another soulless being with plenty of knowledge but an empty heart.

I have lost in transition for a loving family to the single parent-hood.

Does all death means the same? Does the death of one life through accident are as cruel and worthless as the death of being killed at gun point?

Death and loses have been away for a long while. And yet not a day goes by that I’m not grateful for the experience that brought me here.

They are the meaning of every minutes I live.

Some work for money, some live for worries, and some worries to live. And me I have gone down the bottom of the deep dark well and found the purest of all water and given life. Work is life no more, nor does money hold water. They are merely the means for me to live……… My Life. And be it loses, be it retrenchment, be it debts and bankruptcy. Now I know with even one single breath left I have the chips to get back on the horse and ride out of this forest. For on the other side of the edge is a golden palace and a vast pond named Atlantic waiting to be explore.

Walk I shall, work I will, till the rise of my breast is broken and I, granted my last breath by Thee. God.