Freedom to me these days is taking off my mask in the traffic for a second to inhale fresh air and then putting it back on
Freedom isn’t constant,
But the longing is.
A hundred years ago the ones who longed for freedom,
Later longed for one home and unity.
We still seek freedom of expression and thought,
And freedom from poverty and pain.
While some long to be free from work,
The others from indolence.
And yet today I feel,
You feel and probably we all do…
A longing to be free from the bounds of the mask,
To take a breath of fresh air;
To see the smiles of the people sitting by us;
To live life without any worry and yet to regain the freedom of each breath.
Oh how the times have changed, that the people individually thinking of their personal goals as freedom now long for the same kind of it. Not freedom of thought, expression or anything else, but the freedom to breathe the freshness in the air. The freedom to play in the garden, carefree, to go out with friends and laugh together; to make fun of each other, watching them smile. How we feel freedom in those fraction of seconds when we can take our masks off, breathe in and cherish the air that hits us every second of our existence, and put that mask back on – back into the cell we go.