Writing prompt
- Write what stands in your path on the road to freedom
Each morning I rise with my body to move me. My voice carries and commands my physiological needs to my self and to others. My mind arranges the pieces in such a way to harbor joy and manifest knowledge and wisdom. I walk into the room and see mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, yearning for what lies beyond, what seeps beneath, for what has been lost and for what remains. Something more, they cry out, they clamor for. We struggle to remember a life before. Our legs are tired from the race, we wish not to compete with anyone, only to uplift. The old code lives on within the people: ritual, honor of the word, reverence, elation. Adept at adapting to the new code of ambition, accumulation, and satisfaction, we wish to return to the freedom we forgot. What could be crafted? What could be created? It starts with you and I.
