Key to Freedom

Dear future journalists,

I can feel your pain right now. I can see the arrow striking in your hearts and minds. I can hear
the voices inside your heads, screaming their way out. I know you want to say something, I know you
have the abilities, the capability to express yourself, but you’re just afraid. Afraid that no one will listen,
that no one will see your potential.

I can see the flames in your eyes. A feeling of burning passion inside your body. Passion of
becoming a journalist. Passion of being a bird, flying on top of its dreams. An animal who is free, out of
its cage, running around the wilderness. But….it never happened. This dream will never turn into a
reality.

But the time has finally come. The wait is finally over. I’m here to make your wishes come true. I
am here to be your voice.

You’ve been waiting for me for a long time. I can feel your happiness and excitement as I will
soon change your lives. You are all asking for me; for I will be the one who will be opening your cage. I
will be the one to set you free and open your eyes to the world of reality. Becoming a key to your
unlocked hearts and minds.

I am your freedom. I can be an instrument so that the world can hear the music of your dreams.
I can be your voice when nobody wants to listen. I can be your eyes when you’re afraid to look at the
cruelty of the world. I can be your feet to help you walk towards the success that you’re aspiring for.
And most importantly, I can be your soul to express yourself, so that the world can see your true
personality.

But freedom has its own limitations. Never abuse me. Never treat me like a toy. Just always
remember that I’m right here behind you. Catching you everytime when someone pushes you away.
Tapping your back whenever someone rejects you. And protecting you from everyone who’s trying to hit
you at the back.

Your friend,

Senate Bill 747