Blue, free, large waves, everything that represents freedom. Calm and collected simultaneously turbulent and chaotic, the ocean stands high and mighty. One day I wish I am as free as the raging ocean, we pray. We look up to the ocean and find peace and life in it within the chaos it creates.
Soaring high waves, a symbol of freedom that's what we take it as. The mightiest wave still is compelled to return to the cold sand. Do we call it flying but not losing the ground or the chain that binds it? The soaring is not a product of will but circumstances. Can it reach out when it wants or to what it wants?
Is it free as people think it is? What if the mighty soarings were cries of desperation and the tsunamis were yells for help? The waves struck the stone and forced it to back down. we only ever thought about how pretty it looked, the admiration it holds and the reflections it creates—the reflection of the moon on the ocean.
Never judging a book by its cover really comes into play here. The vast boundary the ocean has. A chapter is not its story. It emits calmness and creates a colossal storm within the same boundary. We never know where and what like the ocean, people are going through.
The stories the ocean writes, times at which it goes silent and times it creates. She is trying, to give life to what lives within her. Less than twenty per cent of the ocean has ever been explored by a species that has tons of scripture based on it.
Every drop ending here has a story. The rocks it flattened, the crops it revived, the houses it flooded, the fishes it gave home to, the seasons it changed, and the thirst it quenched. Every drop is an ocean in itself, and every being is a world on its own.
I cannot be whatever I want, a fact. Genes for intelligence cannot be changed, and a fish can dream but never climb a tree. Freedom is a state of mind I am deciphering. Happiness, a drop of rain and a gush of wind. Stories I will hear and lives I will touch. Next time, in a room full of people I wish to see a room full of stories, dreams and hope.
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