O Freedom, Freedom, wherefore art thou Freedom?
People often ask if I’m an army brat. I’m not, but I’ve been fortunate to have a father with a free and fighting spirit. My family migrated through multiple continents, in search of better opportunities. In search of freedom.
As a result, I learned to speak multiple languages, engage with different faiths, and see the world through many lenses. Something I’m very grateful for. It has fueled my desire to learn more about what drives us humans, based on our cultural upbringing, and helped me gain a deeper understanding of existence.
Humans, we’re not as complex as we like to think. We’re different in some ways, but almost identical when simplified. For instance, I bet this global awakening has caused you to become nostalgic about the things that were, and eager about the way you want the future to be. If you’re like me, you’ve been reminiscing about the days when you can hop on a plane and take off anywhere you wanted. Somewhere you can make new friends, learn new things and flow with the cycles of life.
Everything has its season. The sun doesn’t shine day and night, and the moon doesn’t reveal her full nakedness but one out of twenty eight days. Birds migrate south during the winters, yet they never forget home, and find their way back when it’s time. We may venture off, sometimes out of curiosity, other times out of ambition, or even for love, but when life kicks us in the butt and makes us cry uncle, we are suddenly reminded of our early years.
I wonder if that’s a clue that we should look further back into our history? My father taught me that we are only as trapped as we allow our mind and spirit to be. That we’re not here to slow simmer in a big melting pot and wilfully serve our soul up on a silver platter. We’re here to be free, to make love, make music and worship the heavens.
Somehow, we always find ourselves back where we started. Maybe this is how we’ve managed to never forget that we are one with source, the light of which we came from and are made of. I understand now what Maya meant, I know why the caged bird sings.