Freedom from Slavery

You are a slave. Your body, your time, your very breath belongs to the person you called Master. Six long days a week, and even seven, you tend his fields and make him rich. You have never tasted freedom. You never expect to, anyway.

And yet ... you soul lights up when you hear whispers of attempted escape. Freedom means a hard, dangerous trek. Do you try it?

Yes you did. You are brave. You got that self-confidence. You got faith. You have your God by your side. You are confident that you can brave all life's battles with Him.

And you made it! It took a lot of courage, luck, help and incredible stamina. Now you can finally breath free. No wonder thousands have already run away to be free.

You still face challenges; finding a home, making a living, adjusting to a new place. But you face them in freedom.

Now you realized that it really feels good to be free from slavery.

But now comes the real world of the modern times. You still believe that you're free. You still think that you're breathing freedom. But freedom from what? From slavery? From your master's tight hold upon your neck?

Yes, of course! You are thinking by now that you got what you wanted ... what you deserves ... but unfortunately, not the total freedom that you craved for because you were not aware that another master, another slave-hunter is on the loose.

Come to think of it.

Aren't you making a slave out of yourself everytime you wear that necktie every morning? It's just a modern day noose around your neck, isn't it? And you call yourself free?

Do you consider yourself free when you toil night and day to pay the bills to keep your machines going? To maintain that palatial mansion you built to shelter you from storm, without thinking that you're attracting hurricane of robbers and house bandits? Do you consider it freedom when you can't even find time to appreciate what God has in store for you, because you are living in a rat race?

Wouldn't life be nicer and freer when you can stop for a while to appreciate a tiny butterfly hovering from flower to flower? Or, hearing a faint buzz of a bumble bee? Pausing for a while to appreciate the warmth of the gentle sun upon your skin in a sunny morning? Or feel the drop of water as it slide on your skin and dampens your hair in a drizzly afternoon without hurrying?

Wouldn't life be nicer to be like bears who can find time to hibernate during winters? Or trying to look for reasons why ants kissed each and everyone they meet when they are supposed-to-be busy stocking food for the rainy days?

Life would be freer that way.  Cares and worries would be a passing nightmare then.

You got washing machines and dryers, toasters and dishwashers, vacuum cleaners and computers, and a whole lot more of that electronic slaves to lighten your work ... to somehow free you from your most dreaded slavery. If you are truly free, why didn't your machines made a lot of free times for you to enjoy?

Is it because you are busy earning money to pay the bills to keep that modern slaves working?

And you still call yourself free from slavery when your supposed-to-be slaves are slaving you in return? Is that what you call freedom?

Better find time and think about it :D

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EttenylSTAR
03.03.2005