Freedom.
The word you hear when there are riots.
And protests.
Freedom.
When the wings of a falcon have finally healed and can lift the majestic beauty into the air.
Freedom.
But, freedom does not brush and coat the lives of some.
When the freedom path is close, it changes its direction.
And just like that,
All hope is diminished.
However, freedom doesn't need to come to you.
You can come to freedom.
Don't spend your life banging on walls, hoping that they will turn into opportunities.
Opportunities are made, not given.
So, make your freedom.
Even if that means, plunging through icy cold waters, and climbing the highest mountains.
You will have Freedom.
Freedom.....
Freedom.