Freedom

Freedom is one of the most beautiful assets in life; yet, very few people actually get to enjoy this gift. And it is a gift. Whether you attain that yourself or it is granted by another...it is passed over with unfathomable care and consideration. I myself have been on a road to freedom lately. It has been hard, but I still work the road. I try to never look back, but I can't help giving a glance every now and then. When I do turn back, my heart begins to hurt and I realize I must stay the path that is ahead of me. For on this road I am treading, there is hope, so much that I can feel the warmth of sun beaming down on my pale face. This road has a future. I know not what that future is, but only tomorrow is and the day will begin for me and that in itself is glorious. Just getting on this road is freedom enough for me. To be working towards a better tomorrow, well if I do that, then the next day encourages a better next and so forth. To know that one has hope and a future is freeing enough, but to carry on in that manner is freedom.