We watched the South African film Wild is the Wind on Netflix the other night. Filmed in Eastern Cape and Great Karoo, parts of South Africa I’ve not been to, it still felt familiar. It’s a gripping movie with an excellent soundtrack. Anyway, what stuck with me was a scene when Vusi’s wife Abigail tells him that she thinks they already have a good life. But he wants so much more. He wants the freedom to be who he is.
Earlier that day, I’d stumbled on a poem by Sanne Burger that also spoke to that theme of being able to be who you are, which is why that scene, of all scenes, stuck with me. [Burger also has an interesting story of God and a girl.]
I can’t stay, mother.I love you, but I wasn’t born to please youI wasn’t born to make you happyor give your life meaning.I wasn’t born to rot under your wings
like an unhatched egg.I can’t stay, teacher.I wasn’t born to be put into your boxesto think along your linesor to memorize your facts
I was born to think independently.I can’t stay, my love.I wasn’t born to satisfy your needsto take care of youor to hide in your arms.I wasn’t born to make myself smaller
or to be taken for granted.I can’t stay, boss.I wasn’t born to make money for othersI wasn’t born to follow ordersor to repeat the same day over and over again
I wasn’t born for boredom.I can’t stay, master.I wasn’t born to follow your ideas of what truth isor to live according to your dogmas.I was born to find my own truth
and make my own rules.I was born to meet life full onTo get lost on Indian trainsTo be seduced by dangerous menTo meet different faces, places and culturesto be out in the jungle all nightTo run with wolvesTo be swept off my feetTo be taken by stormTo be heartbrokenDevastatedStunnedShockedLost
Thrown into the deepI was born to get my hands dirtyTo get sand in my mouthMud on my clothesThorns under my feet
I was born to jump into the abyss.I was born to meet aliensTo do ritualsTo be cracked open in ceremonyTo go beyond time and spaceTo welcome magic
To totally loose myselfI was born to feel everythingTo taste everythingThe bitter taste of sorrowThe foul taste of deceit
The sweet taste of loveI was born to learn how to handle change gracefullyI was born to know the truthto learn how to flyI was born to learn how to speak the language of loveHow to unchain my heartHow to shed everythingHow to let go of all expectations.I was born to learn how it feels to lose everything
except what really matters.I was born to live a life that would strip away everything that wasn’t realthat wasn’t truethat wasn’t meI am a phoenix.I am born to spread my wings and fly towards the sunTo burn up and turn to ashes
To fall down to earth and rise up againWhen I am oldI will be proud of my scarsMy wrinklesMy memoriesMy storiesMy wisdomMy freedom.I was born to be free.And therefore, I can’t stay– Sanne Burger
There’s a lot in this.
Freedom is such a loaded word.
When I was living in California, I was asked one night what I would do when I got my freedom.
What freedom, I asked, thoroughly confused.
When the IRA prevails and Ireland is free, they said.
I had to explain that they were just a tad behind the times – I was as free as they were.
I used to think that freedom of choice was the biggest freedom of all – but when the choice is between do as I say or suffer the consequences, that’s pretty limiting. The older I get the more I realise that real freedom is the freedom to be. Whoever I am. Whatever I am. Wherever I am. As long as I don’t infringe on the freedom of others. It’s more complicated than it sounds.
I am grateful for the reminder.
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Great sentiments, magnificent poem