“Bird’s got something to teach us all; About being free, yeah; Be no rain… Be no rain…” – Gil Scott-Heron, from the lyrics, I Think I’ll Call It Morning
I proclaim myself an Opintar sometimes, yet with constant agreement. Many think Opintar is a fun name. Or of vernacular because they cannot google it. Or the vanity of one gnawed by rough illness many times. It is none of these. Opintar describes my lot in life and my compass. Opinterity is the closest I know to being emancipated and joyous. Yet it is not remarkable because of the uncertain internal costs.
I joined two organisations and fraternities that exhort messages of ‘liberation’ of man and society’. What a joke! They are autocratic cesspools, baiting members through polite evil, chicanery, and racketeering. Are such groups different from the oppressive families or nations plaguing our world? Unwitting outsiders baited by pretences of merit rush to say yes, but they’re wrong. Where you live and what you belong to counts. Life isn’t always oppressive or evil. Oasis of liberty and decency exist here and there. Semblances of freedom are what we pursue to thrive, but its germ rests within us. Continue reading