Here's the sad thing about being a ruler, a leader, a king.
They need to be brave, not for themselves but for other people who need their support. They must not show even a single tear. They need to become heartless, even though they already wanted to cry their hearts out for having responsibilities they needed to carry on with their shoulders. They stand up facing everyone, stopping their knees from trembling, so they won't fall down, so are their hopes for them. They carry battles along with their scars and wounds, putting their lives on the line, protecting everyone, that will someday inherit their will.
Having these responsibilities means living in darkness, where their only light are those people who believe that they will leave a legacy. As they close their eyes, died for another light and hope, they must have been a tough and strong leader. Their sufferings will end there. And so, they are now free from the chains that are tied on their feet and from the cages they put themselves in..
"fly high, keep soaring, little freedom.."
- 052419
