Are the traditions we cling to
lifting us up?
or bogging us down?
Is tradition for the sake of tradition
still of value?
Do these traditions press us to do better?
Or, are we using tradition to define ourselves?
To define what we can do?
What we can become?
Do these traditions teach us how to
spread our wings and fly?
To love at all costs?
Or do these traditions shackle us to
a box of ideas
that are no longer meaningful to a society that has been ignoring it's declarations for centuries?
Why do we cling to the dreams and ideas of our ancestors?
Why do we fear to dream anew?