Freedom is a responsibility

My idols are poisoned with flaws. They may not be the worst but they definitely hide their cracks with humanity. Perfection – and I hear the perfect would rather pack their bags and leave than stay here with us – always was a bit too bright to look in the eye at.

Why is that as we move to wherever we are headed, humanity needs to be shown a human side to have faith in itself? We run out into the wild, strum a guitar and scream, scream our displeasure. Even as we buy it all and fill ourselves with everything we can find, till we rebel against the bad by being worse. And we consume and we cry.

I want someone to tell me that each one of us – and I can’t settle for less than everybody – has a well of compassion in us and that it is the pain of everyday that makes us cover it up all with anger. There must be a reason why we eat what’s not ours and wear a skin that we weren’t meant to. There must be a reason why we can go right ahead even when our hearts call out right unto the end when they are clogged with cholesterol. A lot of people tell me its part of the system that I’d like to know who switched on, back when all of us were good, our joys more simple.

And even as we grow, I can’t help feel that our weight is pulling us lower and lower into the ground. And maybe if we slowly do go down, we’ll find, somewhere towards the end everything that we should have kept back. And it might not be a mother, or a daughter, or a son. It might not even be who you thought you were deep inside. But it will be someone you wished you had met.

So there won’t be a need for love or hate, anger or joy. And we can just be, free finally.