Freedom, the old one

I was free when I wasn't born. I was free even when I took birth. Then they tied me with their love. There was love and only love all around. It was sweet when it all started but then it got boring. Too much love is like too many threads attached to the umbrella. It needs them to expand itself but then they are the ones which limit it's span after a point.

They admitted me to the school. There they taught me the letters, the words all of them. It opened my mind. Now when I thought I'd dig deeper they ordered me to stop and start in some other direction.


"Don't dig too deep in one direction!"

"But isn't digging one big hole better than digging thousand little ones?"

"It's just not what normal beings do! "

"What do normal beings do then?"

They go to school, learn alphabets, and use them to learn rules. Then they stick to those rules and if they learn well they even get a chance to make them. This is what books mean when they say knowledge is power.

I accepted that then. Not because I liked the idea but because I did not have a better one. I don't have a better one today either but I refuse to accept it.

I took birth. I was loved and I made love. I learnt alphabets and I taught them. I followed rules and I made them for others too. But all this long I wasn't free. Probably I wasn't brave enough even to ask for freedom.

I decide to leave. I go to the topmost peak of the highest mountain. They call it an exile. I call it an attempt to get free. It's a failed attempt though. I learn now- freedom is not at the peak. I had tried the bottom and seen the middle too. So there is one final decision that I make. I jump off the top. I don't know what happens next because the I is not with me any more.