YOU CAN BREAK FREE ...

We're imperfect people trapped in an imperfect world until we get to that place beyond.
-Kathie Lee Gifford

I sometimes wonder what is it, that keeps people so trapped inside, why won’t they just let go!? Today as I walked down the streets at Kapatipura, my eye suddenly caught a lady pulling, almost dragging a young girl. The girl was around the age of 10... I dont know why i just stood my eyes transfixed on them. She then led her into a brothel, as the lifted her feet over the doorframe , she looked behind in the distance for hope, drops of tears roll down her helpless eyes but her face seemed like it had been jus given an anesthicia shot ...hard, cold and numb… the men wooed at her, she was dragged along a little faster than she could walk. There was no unwillingness from the child's end. Did she know what she was in for or is it a place that just does not make her happy? Helplessness and isolation was the look in her eyes. It was a sordid story. For one thing it made me feel legally liable—I had to report the case of child abuse, but I completely did not know what to do. I felt trapped, and somewhere my feeling resonated with that child.
How does it feel to be alone and outcast? I once read a true story by Philip Yancey he said-a prostitute who came to me in wretched straits, homeless, and sick unable to buy food for her two-year-old daughter. Through sobs and tears she told me how she had been renting out her daughter--- two years old! -- To men interested in kinky sex. She made more money renting out her daughter an hour than she could earn on her own for a night. She had to do it she said to support her own drug habit, (her addiction. She lived in the bondage of her addiction, why could she not set herself free!? What did it take…)
We often hear people say it’s going to be ok. Just like the woman might have told the child before taking her into the brothel. But then there is this funny inner voice we have, that tells us the truth. Why then do we choose to believe the “THEY”. Who forms the “they” I wonder!?
I believe there’s a force in this world that lives beneath the surface and above the skies, something primitive and wild that’s gives us an extra push when it needs to survive. Just like wild flowers blossom after a fire turns the forest black. Most people I know about are afraid to accept this and keep it buried deep inside, like it’s some piece of precious gold. Only that this piece of gold may dissolve if not used properly, but there are very few people who have the courage to love what is untamed inside. Something that they want to do, something that makes them happy, keeps them satisfied. No matter what the world says.
There was once a time when people wanted to discover their real and ultimate destiny, but I see them now just moving around unsettled. I think they are still looking for the same thing, a place where they can be optimistic about the future. A place where they feel, that they still have a future, a place that helps them to be who they really want to be, where they can feel that this life make sense or there is some purpose to it. A place where they can feel ………… what I feel right now,by just living……………… all I feel is…. FREE..