The Leash of Freedom

 

  I woke up to the rain, opened the curtains and watched the street for a while. I love watching the rain. Not because I feel melancholic or anything but because that is the only thing in my life that finds its way to existence all naturally, I don’t have to do anything to make it start. I can’t, because I don’t have any power over it. It is all left to nature and I love it, feeling weak and yet enjoying it. The same sad monotonous rain, making my life bearable every day. My mom used to do the same thing you know, every day when I woke up I would look at that same damn breakfast. I didn’t have any control over it. I couldn’t make my mom change it to anything else. It was this cereal, healthiest and the cheapest in the markets. Yet as you may expect, the most unpleasant to eat as well. I miss it now, it is funny to say I know, but I miss it just so much. Back then, every day I would dream of becoming an adult, to have that power to decide what to eat for breakfast. I would see myself saunter around the kitchen. Making both crepes and pancakes, just for fun. Now that I have experience feeling too lazy even to wake up. I miss my dad shouting at 8 am, “Wake up son or I am coming!” and my mom most kindly asking “Jason, are you ok honey?”. I miss not deciding when to wake up. I miss being obliged to go to school. I miss not being able to let go because of others; who held me tight, who made me do what I hated. I miss it all. And there it was, a teardrop washing my cheek, like that rain wasn’t enough. Now that I realize, there is no going back, at least I have the power to rush god’s work. So, there I went, like teardrops falling from the sky, I painted the ground with free will’s red.

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