To cry freedom

The cry of freedom and the open road can be an intoxicating lure, forging onward to greet each new day and receptive to its infinite possibilities. Chance encounters and rendezvouses with friends old and new, shared laughter and memories to carry you forward renewed in spirit. To experience each dawn as if reborn, unburdened by past regrets and disappointments, in the knowledge that this is truly who you were meant to be.

To awake as thou from hibernation, asleep no more to the beauty of nature that surrounds us. In tune to our bodies wants and desires, whether to rest or eat a result of our labours, not some artificial regime dictated by a clock. In a world motivated by fame and wealth where worth is calculated by material possessions and position, they understand not how they have sold their soul, that only by simple compassion for your fellow man can you achieve self worth. To embrace the gamut of emotions is to be alive.

So take pity on those of us still chained to the yoke and dream of the day our liberty will be granted, soar into the adventure and ignite a beacon of hope to light our darkness.