It all began from a nutty sperm; any of the male reproductive cells released in the semen during ejaculation, consisting of a flattened egg-shaped head, a long neck, and a whiplike tail by which it moves to fertilize the female ovum, that somehow in the past days used to perish on the walls of diverse toilets and bathrooms—and was autonomous and self-reliant—having no name to be labeled with, neither owning constitutional ordinances to haul nor that there shall comprise somewhere to go. Until something, out of what was expected to happen, on an icy night, the first man has been given birth, mistakenly.
The birth of a human being who was once separate from existence, such as free and independent, is regarded, on the other hand, as the death of independence. We start by holding him into a name that he must carry on his road forevermore, we choose for him the type of a God he shall worship, the religion—of many existing ideologies, and persuade him that he is, his neighbors, country, and beliefs, are the truth other people living elsewhere deny but he should not, or punishment will attain him. Now, the child isn’t convinced as much as he is afraid to say no to what everyone is planting inside his mind. Yet, he cannot do much but remain so; worried to think, to live, and to revolt against what he judges wrong. The world’s leading system has doctrines people must lean on, it’s what they cultivate; a society of eagerness wherein lives anxious and troubled souls. We pick outfits the men and women have to scrape, the style of hair fitting with modern boundaries, their activities, sexualities, and identities.
When was the last time you asked yourself: “Am I liberated to establish my day-to-day basis or are policies telling me how to walk, when to sleep, what to do, and who to become?”
We all infer the verdict. Oneself isn’t amassing his freedom unless he rebels and outcries loudly and says: “I am a man, a beast; let me fall flat! Today, I’m not scared. I’m an individual abandoning dogmas and prisons. I don’t pertain to dungeons. I howl no, therefore I breathe.”
Revolution is an uprising we find within us after digging for so long, it’s the echo begging you to wake up. It won’t be loosening and rejuvenating. “The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself. », penned Friedrich Nietzsche.
-M.
