The Untaught

When you take your first breath, when you announce your arrival to this world you’ll begin with the first stage of the known but never understood cycle often called life.

It’ll all begin so heavenly, you’ll get all the attention and all the love. Then they start to teach you how to speak, how to walk, how to eat…They’ll teach you the alphabet, they’ll teach you the shapes, they’ll teach you almost everything you need to know to survive. A primary thing no parent ever teaches about is you. A creature so complicated and hardly understood; a creature so interesting. You’ll spend almost a hundred years with yourself, and still you won’t be able to define your true identity, your true self, your straight opinion and view upon life. For with every second you grow, your mind reaches new levels and you scramble upon new opportunities that will change the course of your life thus your perception of it. 

And just before taking a final breath, you try to sum up everything you learned from life and about it. During that one clear moment you might realize you have decoded life’s essence, but the chances are that you’ll leave as ignorant as you were when you first arrived.

Wherever You Are

Many times have I visited your profile since that ungodly hour. If I shall be more specific, that ungodly moment for that was all it took for you to leave. I see all the posts written on your wall, I think of a million things to write but I have never written and I won't ever write. Some say we'll meet again, others say you're always around. Well I just don't know, I'm not quite sure of anything. None of us is. We just pray, hoping that what has been said is true, hoping that when we leave this earth, we'll go somewhere new, hoping we'll find peace, hoping we'll find happiness, hoping we'll find each other. And the very first time the clock struck midnight, on the holy Christmas night I thought of you. Maybe we weren't that close, we never shared secrets, we never opened our hearts  to each other. But The sure thing is that YOU were close to me, you were the one to help when I needed help. You were always cheering me up, actually cheering all of us up. You made your way through our family, you entered our hearts, became a part of us and with less than a second you were just gone. Here, on planet earth, we all miss you. There, wherever you are, I hope you're in peace.

Freedom

Some of you think of freedom as in living freely, doing whatever we want to do, saying whatever we want to say and not caring about what other people think of us, not caring about their feelings, putting ourselves and our happiness first and defying all sorts of limits that might be put in front of us by society. Actually, being free is realizing that you never achieve that kind of freedom. And understanding that concept is a big part of the whole growing up process, for you learn that there are always self limitations. Those limitations are the result of education, experience and previous limits set by our parents. Being free is learning how, where and why to put limits. Being free is learning that in a relationship between you and another, only you are allowed to assign those limits. Being free is respecting others and their beliefs. Being free is understanding that every action proceeds consequences.  It's that kind of freedom i'm looking to achieve. The real freedom; the one that relieves my mind knowing that i'm on the right track, being able to defend myself whenever i'm being judged, earning people's respect and accomplishing self satisfaction.