An extra mile he walked on the isolated beach. Melancholy footsteps into the sand that left deep impressions behind. It was the same way he felt all this while back. The more he began to think, deeper and deeper the scars lay behind. Reflecting on his life, the mistakes he made, the hurt and pain he's been through.  Downhearted, he pulled himself to move ahead, pushing away the gripping negativity.

Splashing waves on his feet, washed out his footprint on the very ground he stood. Turning behind he realized the very essence of his existence was washed out as he walked all this while. The assumption that he left a trail of footprints existed only for that moment. Without his notice the waves had already filled out his footprints with sand. The moment was serene. It was just him, gazing at the contrary sides. It was Life that gave him options. A crucial flip-side to walk back or move ahead with a new beginning.

Little birds. Little birds. Flying high In the sky. Their Freedom is what we long for. Walk around, spread your wings and fly. Fly away from problems, fly away from 

 sorrows. Fly like there's no tomorrow. Days will pass and years. Little we notice the troubles they go through. Battling for a consistent place to live, on a daily hunt for meals to live. A quest of survival agaist the ferocious claws of the eagle. Find a secret shelter when injured or else will be pecked to death. With months of trouble to protect their babies and watch some of them die. In the end, they all wither and have a deadly end. End of life. End of story. 

Perhaps, if we find a way to be free. Life's hardest truth is that we will never really have the so called "freedom". Responsibilities and rules will always be thrust down upon. Our wish. Find a way. Find freedom.