The Volatile Crew of Freedom

I visited the Doulus Cruise today. The weather is nice but weary and people seem slightly friendly and happy for today, maybe it is due to my personal emotion that brought about such images. Well, there is seemingly cold breeze sweeping through my face, tenderly, softly, as if it is carrying away pieces of memories. When I walked on few steps on the cruise, after striving through whole lots of steps, I saw a girl, maybe a boy. I don’t know, maybe I am drunk and I don’t have the intention to focus on such minor thing. I’ll use a she, it makes everything seems emotional a bit.

Her leg high up, on the bars, leaning on a chair, writing on her small black notebook. What will be the content? Maybe its like some sort of voyage stories or maybe Pirates. It is the life a voluntary crew member. To rejoice in the physical freedom, to have a community of different races living together, spreading the Gospels together in one big cruise, free from the corrupted culture – a wonderful discretion method. For some city people, it might be a waste of time. Personally, I think this is all to big a miracle.

Yet, it is the surrounding, the everlasting scene of beauty. The pebbles-like light along the road, glimmering, yellow in colours, reminds me of different occasion of homecoming. My tears and bloods have been shed on this piece of land. I always long for some vacation or some migration to land over the sea, yet not knowing I am in such magnificent paradise. Every time I saw this scene, my heart broke down, my mind ponder for nothing, but the joy keeps filling me up and I feel that a repetition of this event will probably ensure the longevity of my life.

Often, we are too busy sorting out our own microscopic stuff and neglected everything around us, including people. We search for someone or something with higher status, to have the sense of longing, but are there moments when we should have the sense of belonging?

I love this piece of land, not by its status or its advancement. This humble land has been a stage for my life. My life was created here, destructed here, changed here, reborn here. Every soil and dust marks my presence and my identity and every piece of them have helped in forming me. For when I leave this land, to brought about something that is beneficial for those who have the great opportunity as I am, to live in such places. Believing that they will appreciate all the blessings, no matter in materials or emotions, they will rejoice and often reflect all the memories that have build up their triumphs.

Often, it is someone that marks the special moments of my life, not a great revolution, just slightly remarkable in my mind. A girl and a beautiful glimpse. That’s more than enough to create a heavy downpour of ambiguity in my feelings. Have I chosen the easy way rather than pursuing for what I have in my heart? As I said before, the instant and spontaneous sparkling of wine and fire.

merciful.