When the world you thought you knew becomes something you can’t recognize, maybe it is time to sit down and have a conversation with yourself. Honesty is the best policy. Be truthful. I look around me and wonder, is this what my kids will grow up with? I was nostalgic for the days of my youth hoping that normal would return. Talking to myself, I realized, normal is gone. Then I took a good hard look and realized that simply returning isn’t the answer. I needed a new path and I am confident that I am on it. I stumble now and again, my steps as shaky as a toddler. My strength builds with each step and I know the way. It is illuminated by the others that have gone before me.
A Conversation with myself ‘Freedom is a dirty word, tossed about violently.’ For those who are oppressed. To me, Freedom is the only word with which I am obsessed. ‘What Freedoms have you lost?’ They question, mask securely in place. How about my Freedom to smile, to hug a friend, and to show my face? ‘Follow these rules, and never stray, your life will be like before.’ Give me assurances beyond that, a promise of something more. ‘Turn in your neighbor, they carry the virus of misinformation.’ Censor me not, you’ve no right to judge, you’ve caused this mass formation. ‘Follow me and you will be free to do whatever I say.’ I’ll take the path that leads to God, his gives freedom every single day. By Sarah Gratton
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