I want to break free!

Sometimes I look in the mirror and see the steel and chainmails I'm clad in. I'm not sure what had happened that made me put them on, but one thing i know - it is time to take them off.

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The $pending $isters have a chocolate egg pact.

"I promise."

Two individuals, two simple words, one sisterhood for life.

Shh!

I probably remind you of your incompleteness and aching need - and that makes you afraid and insecure. Anger stems from fear. You fear the power I might have more than you ever would. And people always fear what they don't understand.

Remember that the river flows into the ocean, and the mountain overlooks the hill. You are tough (perhaps), but you could be no match for me.

I think of you, your silly nonsense, I think of myself, agitated by childish chatter, and I chuckled softly.

Maybe that's the way it's supposed to me.

Silence, on my part, is indeed, golden.

Haven't we all felt this way before?

Without fail, the newspapers daily carried reports of death. Death by sickness, murder, suicide, death of every and any kind.

Today was no difference. This part of the world has scaling death statistics caused by a famine. That part of the world has people dying from a flash flood. Everyday, hundreds or thousands of people die silent deaths. They became reading material, you shake your head at the sad news, then you forget about them as time goes by.

For that split moment this day, she saw past all of what was before her: her color TV set, the dirty windows in the living room, the grass outside growing tall enough for the wind to catch, the shapes and lines of her house. Everything was still the same, it was the mood and the tone that had shifted, the colors of the world that flooded in, the reds and yellows, oranges and purples. The world seemed to come alive in her eyes.

She realised then, how flimsy life was.

"I will start living for the day", she resolved. She would live out her wildest dreams, chuck the job she hated so much, take up a new language, go on a round-the-world trip, sit on all the roller-coaster rides that she could and eat all the ice-cream there were. For she may be dead tomorrow.

Six months later...she was still in the same job. Her spur-of-the-moment thoughts have died a silent death...

Chosen silence.

We are all learning, stumbling but learning with every step of life.

We understand failures and sufferings, triumph and pride.

Is it me, who have become bitter and resentful and immensely selfish?

I can imagine a dozen Perfect Friends in my life, but what is the use? You probably could imagine a dozen More Perfect Friends too.

At the end of the day, we are who we are. Because, love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image... otherwise, we love only the reflection of our idealism we find in them.

My silence in chosen, simply, just simply, because I love you so.