one small voice

Our convictions are a funny thing isn't it? We claim we stand for something but we won't put our money where our mouth is. We pretend, we make excuses, we rationalise and we do all sorts of funny things to say what we don't mean. We bad mouth, we twist tales, we convince ourselves that we are so correct that we end up believing the very tale we spin for the world to hear. We paint another out to be the bad guy, we make a hue and cry, we bitch, rant and grumble- only to smile sweetly a the very person we just, moments ago, decried.

Perhaps its about consistency. Perhaps it is about not being afraid to stand up for what you truly believe and deeply feel, come what may. Perhaps, we are not yet ready, then, to admit to ourselves that perhaps we haven't had the courage to truly believe in ourselves.

I wonder what "the lone soldier" must have thought as he saw the massive lines of tanks in front of him. A diminutive man on his way home from the market maybe, plastic bags in hand. Over the years, no one has ever put a name to that one man who changed- forever- the face of Chinese politics. He's the unnamed soldier, the lone voice, a simple man who believed so deeply in a simple truth.

And the Truth shall set you free.