Freedom
We don’t want war. It always brings casualties, destruction, debris. But sometimes it knocks on our door, with its breath of death so stale and putrid. So, peace loving as we are, we’ve got to be armed.
We want to avoid harm. We vote for harmony. But sometimes love is not enough, or rather, love means wall. We want the borders open, but sometimes boundaries need guards. We want to forgive our neighbours who have trespassed once again. We want to give them one more chance to look us in the eyes and honour bridges built for centuries.
But sometimes we must burn the bridges where the two of us once kissed. We may have raised our children tolerant and multi-lingual. But if we do not draw a line that we shall never cross, war will tear their limbs apart while caution only scar.
We want to age together, accept their quirks and focus on perks. But sometimes love is not forever, and warning signs are missed. We want to have an in-depth bond and roots that let us reach for stars. But sometimes love means distance to stop the aching act. They crossed the line and left us bleeding; our children saw it all.
There is no us and them. We feel as one. We feel alone. We need to hug and hold hands. We need to be safe. We need to be fed. We deserve enough space and leisure. But life is not all pleasure. When reaching out has not been heard, respect the distance, withdraw! It doesn’t mean we’ll never talk. But to walk again, and side by side, we sometimes need the distance.Do a crossword puzzle based on this article.