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the Russians on the central television channels call to drop atomic bombs on London, Berlin, Warsaw, Tallinn, Paris and other cities and countries.

Uus elu

Hästi palju on teistmoodi. Murrang tuli järsk ja muutused suured. Kas lõin enda uueks? Või uueks mind loodi?  Uued suutmised, uued raskused, uued tuuled.

Vana elu sai läbi. Läbi käidud, läbitud, otsas. Nüüd koristan, ei lähe tööle, ei pabista, armastan uuel moel, ja vaata, ema, ma oskan!

Uus elu on kestnud kaheksa aastat. Enam kui viiendik elueast. Magan nüüd lõunaund, treening on iga päev, ID-kaardi koode tean peast. Olen omaks võtnud, ja eelmist elu hakanud unustama. Harjusin ära, õpin jälle, sest uus elu on mulle juba vana.

Raisatud

Kohati on kohutavalt õudne seepärast. Kohutavalt kohutav.  Kuidas ma olen nii hea, nii ilus, nii tark, nii kõike. Ja inimesed ei mõista mind, hinda mind, armasta mind, imetle mind, ega isegi mõtle asjadest nagu mina. Ma olen kindel, et kui oleks suurem valim inimesi nagu mina, meil õnnestuks kasvõi katse-eksituse meetodil minutaolistele mingeid häid elamismeetodeid leiutada. Aga inimesed ei ole nagu mina.  Ei mõista, ei hinda, oh, ja armastavad nii vähe! Ja ma pean kõike ise õppima, ise leiutama, ise haiget saama - jah, mitte midagi ei saa teiste hooleks anda!

Ime siis, kui oma leiutustega poolele teele jään.

Probably that's why I love One Piece so hardly. Freedom is my thing. Main thing. My faith. My religion. My fight. There was Estonian poet Jaan Kaplinski (he's dead now), who wrote a poem I count as my hymn. I try to translate. Not very good at English, but I try. I was born in the low My cradles covered with grass were I was born in the low But I cannot ever stay there I was born in the low In the moss and loam I was born in the low But in low was never my home I was born in the low But my home is far away My home is on the waves of sky Hungry and freezing it be may My home is wanting to be elsewhere My home is southern seas and winds And call to come and call for help And wings and wings and always wings. And I watch OP and hear this in my heart: And wings and wings and always wings.

There's something so poetic about Ace and Luffy choosing to set sail at 17.

Of course it was a way for them to honor Sabo and his dream, but it's not just that. Turning 18 at the sea means you don't belong anywhere but the sea. You are truly free. That's why Luffy, the literal embodiment of freedom, turning 18 as a pirate is very fitting.

But it's not just Luffy. All three of them, as brothers, were free. Free from their families and their legacy, from expectations. Brothers who made every choice along the way for themselves in the name of true freedom.

Every choice... including ones leading to death. Ace chose to protect Luffy, and he died a free man. A child of the sea. A brother, not by blood, but three cups of sake.

Freedom flows through every part of Luffy's story, coursing through every important person in his life, braiding their stories into each other to form a beautiful picture. The entirety of One Piece is a love letter to freedom, an intricately layered poem.

And Luffy is in the center of it all, fighting for it.

Tallinn, Estonia.

I'm Raivo and from Estonia (he/him)

Age: 18

Fav colors: orange, green, black, brown

Fav things: Winter, sweet tea, animals, Halloween/Xmas, music, salad, meat and veggies

I live on a farm in the country but I live near the city

Hobbies: drawing, writing, collecting junk, walking while listening to music, obsessively organizing my books, song playlists + names by spellings, origins and meanings etc)

I'm neurodivergent

Things I hate: bugs, spicy food, socks, the smell of cornbread, bread in general, literally any carbonated drink, too much salt or pepper on food, life

I have: Reddit and Wattpad

My irl pal: @cyanide-sodapop