Freedom

Averse to turn in to my bed, the night has become unwelcome for times like this. Sleep won’t come easy. Plagued by regrets of things in the past, apprehension and fear of possibilities for the future, my present is as listless as I am in my bed where I should be feeling rested.

Where do we begin when we examine our lives?
And when we do find a focal point where to start, how do we start?

Seeing life in a different perspective is both enlightening and frightening. It scares me feeling a little lost and seeing the sands of time slipping fast between my fingers - the time to evaluate what I really want, time to see the world in a wider arc and so it follows the more freedom to try different waters.

Conundrums of everyday life seem to be trivial but when presented with them we often times freeze. Why not? Decisions we put together either make or break us sooner or later. We keep hoping though that whatever we do contribute to our forward steps to the good life we all aim for.

I want a shot at some things I dream of. Whatever that means. Sometimes they are so grand they border on the improbable but dreams are free so I might as well dream big and I wish that whatever doors I closed, I will be granted an open window.

My life is not exactly like what it is I present to people. They see me as someone strong, unaffected, always ready and unafraid. I like it so much to open up and say I am anything but the façade I built up for so long. But how could I when it is what they have come to believe?

The truth may indeed set us free but what comes after freedom? Is the truth going to be enough to face the future?

Well, maybe I better see it as a start and I am willing to grab it as a paddle for my boat in this river of life and be optimistic that it will lead to the sea of opportunities and eventually land me on a good catch.