When I saw the journal topics for this week, my eyes roved over the list with a monotonous expression, eyes dulled from the distaste of another twenty minutes spent writing about something I had no inspiration for, when, lo! My eyes alighted on the very inspirational topic of freedom. I allowed a smug smile to decorate my face, and proceeded to entertain thoughts of flying, soaring, and reaching.
Freedom is all about allowing oneself to soar, higher than limitations. Discovering limitations no longer define the world I abide on and that I can and will rise above the world, defines freedom. Then basic truth of freedom is that I can fly. I will fly. I will fly higher than anyone else and farther, too. When the sky is all around me, I’ll know I’m free. When the brush of fresh air caresses my cheeks, I’ll know I’m free. When the biting flavor of oxygen whips through my lungs, I’ll know I’m free. Freedom flies.
Once a pair of wings is found, reach for the stars. Never settle for the point of easiest grasp. True freedom lies in allowing oneself to reach above personal limitations and reach farther. Keep pushing forward, backwards, sideways, and inversely. If someone says the path I’ve chosen is impossible, I know I’m on the right path. The heart builds its own path. Freedom allows all of us to be architects of our own lives and dreams and aspirations. The world is putty in my hands, because freedom reaches out to me.
Allowing myself to quickly summarize what freedom means to me, I reflect. I don’t doubt a myriad of collective definitions exist for this topic, and furthermore, I do not doubt that a myriad of collect better definitions could be found for others. However, for me this is the only way to describe freedom. Embrace freedom as the gift of flight, for freedom flies within each and every soul, waiting to carry each soul to new heights.
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Submission Name: Freedom Flies
