Opinion: Reflections on Freedom

What if one rises to the day asking what will you teach me today? Then spends the seconds of the day like a student, learning: how the heart beats; how pride bows low, forehead to earth, in love; how the colors of pain paints suffering’s steps towards wisdom; and how peace sits always at the door of intellect, patiently waiting to illustrate calm. And you know with all your being that there is more than you see, more than you understand and truth shines brighter than any star and all there is in a today is simply to ask for help, to be led to where you ought to go and for the strength to muster another step towards that which you are in truth. To know without doubt that the sun is your friend; the air is your friend; the trees are your friends; the birds are your friends; the earth is your friend; the oceans and seas are your friends; and the heart of every human being––whether she knows it or not––is friend. How does one step into such a day? Is it by saying this is who I am and w