Time's Recall

It was 5th November, 1909.

I was sitting inside unruly of the injustice that was happening outside for I was caged. It had been 20 years of being behind the bars for no fault of mine.

I had appealed several times. I had lost hopes of getting stationery to write my thoughts to reach out to the world of the injustice they have been sheltered by.

The ninth time, the jailer showed me some mercy. He secretly gave me a book with a pen along. I wanted to begin writing but saw that the pages were already filled.

I began to get curious of what's written inside the book and who wrote it. I started reading from the page one.

To my surprise, all that I wanted to ever say, convey and spread out were already written in that book. I started to wonder how on earth could my thoughts be written for I have gotten myself rotten in these 20 years with this unshaved bushy beard.

Later I realized that ideas originated from the same source and where and how they come from is irrelevant as long as ideas are made into reality.

I was happy that the injustice that I thought was happening in my absence was already taken care of, by my sincere patrolling thoughts.