A Time of Freedom

It’s been heavenly. 

No words can accurately describe the end of this excruciating year. I don’t have a care in the world, yet I found harmony in this small freedom. 

This is the one month I wish time could stop for just a little while. Since the beginning of 2021, this is the first time I’ve really had the time to stop and appreciate the world once more. Yet, each time I do, I find myself remembering little thoughts and words I once spoke long ago. 

I revel in the sound of birds chirping. I’m revitalized by the sound of the outdoor wooden pillar creaking and groaning as the wind pushes by. I feel a sense of complete and utter bliss during a time of vast uncertainty and instability in the world. 

But isn’t the world always chaotic? 

The little noises of nature’s bounty are the only truth that brings me hope in a ravaged and scattered world.

A long-lost desire to not only breathe but to live. To escape for just a bit longer. To imagine myself in the worlds I’ve created in my mind. Because the truth of the matter is: we’re all lost to some capacity. Without our families, friends, or even society, we’re all a mess. We seem to be unable to function as modern adults without these comforting realities.

There’s not a day that passes by where I don’t plan my escape from society. I imagine what life will be like, to just enjoy the company of the closest family I have. But, of course, I’d still keep my connection to the world through the Internet. As foolish and passionate as it may sound, I’ve come to discover nothing is impossible.

I feel slightly more lighthearted, unusual for even someone as logical and direct as myself. But I don’t care because what makes you and me the people we are, is merely a construct of society. 

The reality of the fact is simple; we are ever-changing. We are never static, even when we think we are. There will come a time in your life when you realize this truth. Once you begin to see the small details of life, you’ll start to understand a little more what your ancestors must have felt in their own time of existence.

Forever in Your Debt,

Leon R.M. Auguste

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