THE REBEL

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Sometimes I wonder what am I supposed to do. A few years back career was a  priority but gradually I realized there is something more to it. I found myself stuck in the boundaries of society. And then a rebel was born. I realized that’s what I am. I can’t live this way, freedom is what I crave deep inside. Free in all senses. That rebel was me. a new me I guess.

I got a new vision to look at things. But it didn't helped, it added fuel to the fire that was burning in me to run away. Run away not like a coward as they may say, because I didn’t fit into their ways. And why I should? Because this is how it was or it should be ?? NO.  I wanted to share my vision but were they ready for this? I think yes and no both. Yes because visions like that have been the cause of historical revolutions. And no because it was too much interference for their comfort zones that they’d created around themselves.
Question was, if I was willing to struggle for it. And the answer I accepted was I can’t call it a struggle, that would be a fatal attempt to do so. So I just left it there, and began to explore the world with my new vision myself. Not that I am being selfish or mean, I knew they’ll see the new world when time comes.

The new world is not coming from somewhere. The new is just a strange peculiarity they perceive when compared with old. So I inferred that anything new is just a matter of perception. The world is as it was, as it is and as it would be, change lies in our eyes, in our mind, in our self. So I moved further.

I realized the rebel in me is a kind of vagabond.
"Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o'er me;
Give the face of earth around
And the road before me.
Wealth I seek not, hope nor love,
Nor a friend to know me;
All I seek, the heaven above
And the road below me." - The Vagabond, R.L STEVENSON 

I no more felt any boundaries as before. I began to see the photons of freedom. Though mass less to prove their existence yet you can’t deny it.


I vision deep caverns with their natural peace as heaven. The smell of the air touching the soil of lands far afield as my life force. No worry about past, or future as it was chariot of time that brought me this vision. The water of the rivers seem the soft blankets. The sky is an extension of my brain. I think there’s more to explore because less i think about it deeper i get into it.

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