Internal Freedom
I am alive. I am grateful to be alive. I smile. I want to share this happiness. With anyone. I may lean on the left side of politics, and you may lean on the right side. It doesn’t show on your face when I meet you in the street. We smile to each other. We exchange a salute. We start talking. During the course of the conversation, you hint to me of your political leaning. I frown. You hold your words. I’m sorry: the radical in me took over the human for a moment. I’d like to continue the conversation, why not? But I can’t find my words. A second of silence and we’re already out of sync. I have a doubt. Something in my past prevents me from connecting to you. Something in your past prevents you from connecting with me. We depart from each other. Both of us suffer a pinch of sadness.
I am alive. I am grateful to be alive. I smile. I want to share this happiness. With anyone. I may lean on the left side of the political spectrum, and you may lean on the right side. It doesn’t show on your face when I meet you in the street. We smile to each other. We exchange a salute. We start talking. During the course of the conversation, you hint to me of your political leaning. I frown. You hold your words. “Oh,” I shrug, “our paths may diverge on this topic, but I’m grateful we can share this moment together and learn from a different perspective.” A second of silence, and you smile. “Let’s walk together,” you propose.
I smile back at you. Something in my past was triggered, I felt it in my heart. Something in your past let you leave the difference behind. As we let go, we enjoy our internal freedom.
A glance, a smile, a recognition: beyond the imposed categories of society, we allow each other to not discriminate based on prejudice. Where is the matter that makes this possible? I want to call this matter: freedom.
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