So now i am working in a call centre. Trained for dealing with customer Queries.
I am in a big city . Living lost, living on informations vital for survival. As vital as air, food and sunlight.
I know i have struggled to come here. I have left a job thast was more secure and more profitable. Still I have to catch hold of myself. Still I seem far from what i want.
Freedom is an absract term. The battles a person fights, the distance he walks, the lessons he learns in the way are the table of contents for his chapter of freedom. Otherwise it is nothing. What does it matter he retorted to the cruel; stood for someone, and himself or not?
May every fighter find peace at the end of the battle.