Colors light up the sky and I am left sitting here, wondering why. Wondering not why an entire community feels the contractual obligation to walk within suburbia to an open grassy land. Wondering not why barbeques and flaming colors in the sky represent independence. Wondering not why I find myself partaking in these cultural rituals I condemn.
I find myself wondering what I wish to be free from. What I would sacrifice my life and the future of my family for. What would I be willing to risk, and who or what would I be willing to risk it for? Surely taking up arms and hurling yourself towards an enemy seems foreign, yet we do so everyday. Bombarding others faces with viciousness as our daggering words pierce their backs. We fight everyday, yet we think nothing of it. So if it came down to it, if the fighting became "real,", what would I want freedom from?
In all honesty, I guess I'd want freedom from myself. Freedom from my thoughts, and freedom from the memories that make sleep a fond and intangible memory from childhood. Yet as I truly ponder the thought, I find that the inner struggles combined with external pressures are what drive me. Without myself, I would be nowhere. As simply complex as that is, the trials and tribulations up to this point in my life have brought me here today.
And while I may not have necessarily taken the easisest, most direct or most logical path, I have taken my path. Many cannot say that, I can confidently say that I have taken my path, and there is nothing greater in life than exploding into the colors of yourself.
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