How Fortunate I’ve Been
It’s now plain to see how
fortunate I’ve been
to have lived all my life
in a liberal democracy,
where I’ve had opportunity
to walk all the paths
open to me, and to play
out without penalty
the many probabilities of
all I’m suited to be,
never having to choose any
specialty
or confine my mind to a
narrow expertise,
missing the variety of my
soul’s diversity.
That freedom to taste from
a limitless plate
of experiences and great
expectations—
a variety pack for one
lifetime, compact,
when otherwise it could
take nine or ten—
accelerates the pace of a
spiritual embrace
and brings great numbers
of souls turning home,
as few dare to do when
tyrants mount the throne.
But freedom is rare in the
long history of humanity.
Now our world, briefly
free,
from nineteen-forty to
two-thousand-seventeen—
which amounts to about a
lifetime for me—
has relapsed into tyranny,
reacting in fear of
liberal democracy
and the quarter it grants
its enemies,
who grow strong in the
absence of scrutiny.
But I’m too old to forget that I was born free.
But I’m too old to forget that I was born free.