We are a generation of much choice.
We call this freedom.
But don’t you see that this choice has its own voice.
That freedom demands its own kingdom.
With every kingdom there comes a thirst for control.
And thereafter a set of rules, claiming to be the eternal answer for all souls.

With every choice made there is an injustice.
You see, freedom is not so bliss.
Once tampered with, how can it ever go by the same name.
Because something that is free cannot be claimed.

Who appointed a master over freedom.
Who distributed freedom unevenly across our earthly kingdom.
Because it seems that freedom was only truly free before we crowned it.
Before we claimed to be owners of it.

Is the giver of freedom bias?
Is chance the discriminator of race?
Is luck the enemy of gender?
Is geography the ruler of religion?

We are a generation of observers.
The observers of interpretation.
The produce of diluted direction.
The reapers of ego centric denominations.
From capitalism to socialism to anarchism to communism. To religion!
Are they all not a form of prison?
From Buddha to Allah to Mohammad to Jesus.
I propose that they all serve the same Source.
Perhaps it was human beings that separated them for the sake of exercising fake choice and illusionary disharmony!
Are we all drunk on our silo truths, so much so that we forget to stay humanly sober?
It seems we are the war that we wish was over.

We have defined the judgement of judgement day as though we created it.
But perhaps each moment carries its own judgement.
Is it that we pardon ourselves in hope that we can make up for it one day?
Some day.
When nobody will be there to observe the fact that none of us never really knew the truth.
He’ll say it was her!
She’ll say it was you!
The sound of an empty pew.
Nobody to validate.
Nobody to falsely congratulate.

But we are a generation of much choice.
We call this freedom.
But don’t you see.
Freedom strives to be free.

Written by Catrina Sophia

I keep on meeting myself over and over again. Each time is different. I write for clarity but most times it is when I feel like clarity has been achieved. Most people who encounter me will say that I have a beautiful way with words. I’m inclined to say that words have a beautiful way with me.

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