Father

My father always told me, 'Don't trust people, don't trust that guy, don't trust your friends. They will betray you someday or the other'. And trust me, I never did!

To now when I look back, all I see is a father trying to protect his child, too busy to tell what not to do, to rather tell what I could, he was always ignorant that way, I think everyone is. We are so engaged with the slope that we often overlook the sky we are meant to fly in, but then he also told me to 'break free', to be what I wanted to be and to not believe in what others subjected me to be. 

So, I listened to the later and trusted people, laughed with strangers to build family, traveled as if the world was my home as if I was safe. 

Finally, when I was tired of searching, falling, jumping and bruising, I came back home, to tell him how beautiful this world is. How beautiful every person was, the way they came, unfolded themselves and left, and despite the fear of loosing, how eager I was to live with them. I wanted to tell him, that despite all the heartbreak pain and misery, I still choose to trust and place hope in people. Not that I'm naive but because that makes me a bit more humane, than I always wanted to be. 

I tell him, "Thank you, for letting me break free to let me know, that I'm not what others entitle me to be. I'm no reflection, of their disaster, misery, failure, mistake or experiences. That I don't owe any eulogy to their wreckage past. I was just a piece of their present which we cherished and now I'm their past like I'm becoming yours, and that's okay.

Finally, I have learned to live, to breath, to walk, to speak my heart and to be free.

I have learned to live to be ME to break free”.