The Dream Of Being Free
Have you ever wondered if we really are free?
If we really have the right to choose what we wanted to be?
Hear my story.
I’ve been living alone for quite some time and I still wonder what I wanted to be. When I was young, they said that I can choose what beauty I can have so I worked hard, chose the right food and nutrition for my body and mind. It took so long before I noticed that I am starting to change.
I learned how to crawl as my baby steps back then, but later on, when I decided to be a beautiful butterfly someday and be as healthy as I can be, I started noticing that I slowly forgot how to crawl. I was so excited because I was told that covering myself in a cotton-like shell will make me someone that I wanted to be and so I did. Days passed and I started to feel that something was changing — it’s time to be free and become a beautiful butterfly.
I was amazed that I really do have the beauty that I wanted to have. I have large and colorful wings — red, yellow, green, and blue. I have a very long and very beautiful antenna, amazingly long legs, and a very healthy and sexy body. I started to flap my wings and experience the freedom I deserve. I flew all over the place. I was so happy. I was so excited. I can’t even describe the happiness that I felt at that time. But I never thought that the happiness I experienced was only for a short time.
Currently, I am lying down on a floor, thinking about those beautiful memories, those moments when I experienced real happiness and freedom. I don’t know what I did to deserve this curse. I just wanted to be a beautiful butterfly but maybe this is the end. I’m slowly losing my breath, everything is slowly fading into darkness. Those colorful wings started to turn grey. The freedom I want was really not for me. People treat someone like me as a disgusting insect that only gives sickness. Maybe I am really too far from being a butterfly; Maybe the freedom to choose is for those who only possess the real beauty in the eye of the majority and not for those who don’t even pass the average beauty standard.
I may be a cockroach, but I have dreams. I wanted to be as free as the butterfly that I wanted to be. I thought everyone has the equal right to choose what they wanted to be.
