EMANCIPATION
He asked her, “Do you love me?” She said, “Ask me later.” He asked again, she told the same answer. Then one day, she said… “I love you.” He answered, “I know but I’m not asking you anymore.” Frankly my dear, this guy doesn’t give a damn.
As I sit on my bed and stare onto my notebook, the concept of freedom plays on my mind. How thankful are we for the freedom we possess? Do we just enjoy it for a period of time and become enslaved once more – be it by a person, culture or religion? I do not know about you but all I know is that I am happy because I am finally free.
For almost 3 years, I became a prisoner – of belief and of emotion from someone who I never thought I would be able to escape. I could still remember being surrounded by the rails of sorrow and of fear which caused despair and woe. I could still feel the lingering whips of betrayal and of false hope. I could still hear the echoes of the voice of harshness and treachery. It never occurred to me that there would be a time that all of which shall be put into a halt.
How it happened is still not clear. I almost fell again for the trap a few days ago as I was trekking onto the wilderness in search of strangers in this populated island. I thought I was going back once more to the prison I was bound to stay for the rest of eternity. But then I heard a call. At first, I hesitated. I thought I was just having a hallucination. It was like a fragment of my soul that wanted back its long lost freedom. Then, the voice became louder and louder and then I saw her. She was a beautiful maiden whose voice was powerful yet angelic; she was my key, my liberator.
But the muse was not alone. Moments later, a guardian arrived to bring her back to their kingdom. I wanted to follow them. But I didn’t. I don’t know how long this emancipation would last but for now I’m going to make the most out of it. For who knows what will happen tomorrow – I may be back where I started or be in a different fort. But that is all I can do – sit back, relax and wait. If what Scarlett O’Hara said is true – tomorrow is another day!
As I sit on my bed and stare onto my notebook, the concept of freedom plays on my mind. How thankful are we for the freedom we possess? Do we just enjoy it for a period of time and become enslaved once more – be it by a person, culture or religion? I do not know about you but all I know is that I am happy because I am finally free.
For almost 3 years, I became a prisoner – of belief and of emotion from someone who I never thought I would be able to escape. I could still remember being surrounded by the rails of sorrow and of fear which caused despair and woe. I could still feel the lingering whips of betrayal and of false hope. I could still hear the echoes of the voice of harshness and treachery. It never occurred to me that there would be a time that all of which shall be put into a halt.
How it happened is still not clear. I almost fell again for the trap a few days ago as I was trekking onto the wilderness in search of strangers in this populated island. I thought I was going back once more to the prison I was bound to stay for the rest of eternity. But then I heard a call. At first, I hesitated. I thought I was just having a hallucination. It was like a fragment of my soul that wanted back its long lost freedom. Then, the voice became louder and louder and then I saw her. She was a beautiful maiden whose voice was powerful yet angelic; she was my key, my liberator.
But the muse was not alone. Moments later, a guardian arrived to bring her back to their kingdom. I wanted to follow them. But I didn’t. I don’t know how long this emancipation would last but for now I’m going to make the most out of it. For who knows what will happen tomorrow – I may be back where I started or be in a different fort. But that is all I can do – sit back, relax and wait. If what Scarlett O’Hara said is true – tomorrow is another day!
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