“Man is born free but is chained everywhere”…is this the ultimate truth or is it just the statement of a compromise we have made with life? Is the wild, free spirit non-existent or just not found…
Somehow, I believe in the spirit of man… the wild, untamable…the spirit that does not bow to anyone, the master of its own will. Is it really an impossible dream to have such a spirit? We are only called ‘free’ but are we actually so? What is our definition of freedom…have we fulfilled the vision of freedom seen years back? As Oscar Wilde had said during war the strong make slaves of the weak and during peace the rich exploit the poor…its all the same. Why have we allowed ourselves to be pushed around, why do we have to compromise…always?
I know, you must by now have a hint of smile on your lips and must be nodding your head, pitying this young, foolish guy who asks too many questions…silly questions. I agree in the present scenario these questions appear foolish, but is the present scenario the ultimate…por que? “You may say I am a dreamer but I am not the only one...”
Not all spirits can be dominated, not everyone agrees to compromise. Let us not let the indomitable spirit die, let us not let the flame flicker out, don’t laugh at me because I ask ‘why’, ask yourselves why do you not ask the same question? This three letter word has changed the lives of millions. It has made men out of boys and shook many foundations. Do stop for a moment and ask yourselves ‘do we dare ask why’
We are all satisfied in being drawing-room heroes and pacify our consciences by raising a storm over a teacup. Yes there are a lot of wrongs in this world, there are innumerable things that require redressal…but do we dare to take the initiative? If the answer is ‘no’ then please let us not be such hypocrites as to comment but not act.
A revolutionary leader once proclaimed, “You cannot dominate us”, can we honestly proclaim the same statement? Let us shed our self-imposed fetters, why is it so difficult? We are all spirited stallions, at least for once let us gallop, a full-blooded gallop outside the race courses in the open meadows…let us once again talk to the winds and let us once again race each other to the horizon and stop when we want to…Let us free our spirits and in that endeavour let us rediscover ourselves…our wild, untamed selves.