Liberty Land: the side of the oppressed

A period in a short sentence in an epic novel. A speck of dust on the face of the earth. We are all but nothing in the end. My being, my breathing, my bones and my flesh, as far as I can feel, are all the dots I can connect.

And with this ginormous heart, that I didn’t ask for, beating hopes in my chest, I can hear the whispers of despair in other people’s heads. I can see the agony in their gaze. I can feel the pain in their flesh. I can sense the call for help.

One day my subconscious met common sense, global awareness, and good judgment. And one day, I knew I was maybe fortunate, to be another body in Liberty Land. And the irony led me to wonder and it led me to always choose the side of the oppressed.