THE UNTAMED WIND

Life was not actually difficult for him. it was simple, ruled by just one rule-do what your hearts yearns to do. and he did. it wasn't difficult. it was easy, too easy.
"maybe that was the problem", he thought. but strangely it was others who found it difficult. his actions never made any sense to them. they could not  be justified with the normal norms of human or social needs, other than just an instinct of one's soul. the world could not digest in the fact the someone could be so.......himself........

Freedom. it has been and still continues to be the sole purpose of man's life. Freedom. and the search for it has driven man forward all these centuries.

"But if this guy was truely free, as he lived to be, then what was his purpose in life now?", the whispers carried herself amongst the crowd.he made the world look into themselves.like a mirror unafraid of reflecting the truth, he reflected. of all they could have been , but didnt, and all they didnt have to, but are.it was unintentional. he wished he could help it. but he couldnt. he was, after all, the untamed wind...