Mine Alone
by
Chris AndersonDisclaimer: Alias is the property of other people, including J.J. Abrams and Bad Robot productions.
Written for the Theatrical Muse 'yours' challenge.
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What does any of us truly own? Our past belongs as much to those who share it with us as it belongs to us- few memories exist in a vacuum.
Ownership of physical objects is transitory and unimportant.
Can it be said that any of us belong even to ourselves? We belong to our pasts, to things that have gone before. Even to memories we would prefer to forget, we belong.
We belong to anyone and anything that holds power over us- you cannot own your own soul if others may command it.
For myself, I accept no one's command, no authority above my own. I have been the loyal servant, the dutiful daughter of the motherland, but those days are long since gone, and I would not now recall them, would not live that way again. I have changed too much to exist in that world, as that woman, again.
My world, my universe, these things are mine. I do not often think of them so because I do not have to. It is simply an understanding that this is so. Mine is this world, and mine is the path I walk.
Mine is the future I create. Layers of careful plans, painstakingly laid out over years and decades, lifetimes in which my world has changed- these things are mine, will be mine, always.
I surrender control of my destiny to nothing, and no one. This, above all else, is mine. And mine, alone.
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