Rebirth
I once heard that hatred, oblivion, woe, fire, and wailing seem to accumulate in a land called Elysium. Each intense emotion represents a river of the underworld in greek mythology. Out of those 5, this one river seemed to capture a part of my longing soul. Ameles potamos or Lethe. It was said that souls that would spend the eternity in the greyness of the Asphodel Meadows would drink from the River Lethe to forget about their previous life [1] and before rebirth. [2] In my 19 years of existence, I was sheltered. Not only on the external things in the world, but also from myself. And somehow, I find myself longing for freedom. Liberation from these shackles that confine me from what people expect from me. And what I expect from me . I remember the nights in which I stain my pillows with the tears from my silent cries--because I thought that I am not enough. I thought that I am never enough. In a part of my world dominated by woe, I want to forg...