Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Freedom
On 111108.I was free again.
But,
When freedom is presented to one who has had it fractured, portioned for 1 yr 10months,
One really need some time to react to it.
It feels alien,
Like its the first time i'm seeing it, even though i vaguely remember what i used to do with it.
Its like recovering from amnesia, slowly.
It is much appreciated,
Like a child given his candy after a long pleading attempt,
But the child will soon know that candy can be easily obtained when he grows up
And learn to not cherish it.
I don't want to lose it again
For i do not wish to go through the process of re-appreciating freedom
For i've never been the sort to waste it.
I've learnt from it
During the time i lost it, i was compensated with friendship and camaraderie.
I substituted it with the sense of duty and responsibility for my men.
I made more out of it
I learnt to stay strong, to not fight
to voice out, to suppress
to hold on, and sometimes,
to let go.
I'll cherish it, like i used to
Posted at 7:23 AM