It is so odd to go from a place of absolute freedom to one of significantly less. I am a beast of freedom, it’s what I crave and what I need. So this confinement, it is stunting. Though one never knows what they have until it is gone. But when the imprisonment ends, what then? Will I be insane and run through life, once more a beast of freedom? Or can I finally slow, stop, take a breath? It seems a horrifying notion, to stop moving and stand still, to allow closeness. But there is always curiosity.
That sort of thinking…
...never fails to put me in a bad mood.
Will they ever realise…
…no they never will.
Can I ever stop…
...I truly hope so.
Is my soul to be saved…
…not by their brand of redemption.
Will I ever be noticed…
…nothing but shadows and dust.
Shall I ever be free…
…true freedom does not exist.
"No one’s free, even the birds are chained to the sky."
"There is no easy walk to freedom anywhere, and many of us will have to pass through the valley of the shadow of death again and again before we reach the mountaintop of our desires."
"For to be free is not merely to cast off one’s chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others."
Write a personal essay about your understanding of freedom and why you think it is important.
Freedom is such an important thing. The word itself has dictated our history. Again and again phrases featuring the word “freedom” have been coined and with them, charismatic individuals have brought nations to their knees. Indeed freedom is an important word, a word that has single handedly splattered the pages of history with the blood of millions. Yet I find it ironic that such an important, renowned and potentially infamous word is incredibly difficult to define.
The fact that freedom is so hard to define is what makes it so useful as a method of indoctrination. If you want soldiers to fight and die for you, all you need to tell them is that they are fighting for freedom. No more details are needed, for once you’ve mentioned freedom they will go to hell and back for you. Once they think they’re fighting for a better tomorrow they’re no longer people. Once they think that they are fighting for their loved ones they become weapons, living, breathing, relentless weapons. By this point, ironically, they sacrifice personal freedoms to fight for what they believe is freedom, but may well just be a dictators fancy. In my opinion this is why the expression, one man’s freedom fighter is another man’s terrorist, exists.
The concept of freedom is an effective means of control. Think of religion. World religions all offer freedom and salvation, but it comes with a price. In order to achieve the freedom religion offers, you must first impose restrictions on your personal freedoms. These restrictions aren’t necessarily a bad thing but they do prove that the concept of freedom is an effective system of control. They also suggest that perhaps human beings are not meant to have true freedom over their own lives.
True freedom cannot exist in our society, for it would be chaos. Could you imagine the world we would live in if any manner of criminal was free to perform any manner of crime they wished. No one would be safe, we’d live in constant terror. No, humanity as a whole cannot be granted true freedom because unfortuently we are like a disobedient dog. If we are not held on a leash we will get into all sorts of trouble both intentionally and unintentionally. True this may be a pessimistic view, but it is not one that is easily argued against.
But at the end of the day, what is freedom? Is it the ability to make your own choices or is it simply not having to face consequences. If there are no consequences then really and truly, there is no choice. But does that mean consequences are freedom? Does it mean that the only way freedom can exist is if we are being oppressed or punished? Once again it seems so ironic to me that the idea of freedom can only exist in the face of oppression.
Even as I come to the end of this essay I still have no idea what freedom actually is, perhaps no one knows. Is it oppression or is it choice, is it consequence or is it war, is it religion or is it peace? Nelson Mandela once said, “For to be free is not merely to cast of one’s chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others.” I think this is the idea of freedom I like best, one where humanity treats one another with respect despite our minor differences. I think this is the definition of freedom I shall adopt. For to me freedom is what you make it to be, that is what makes it important.
Night falls, I fall
I’m quite alone. I’m isolated. I’m aware of it but I am not upset by it. I am comfortable in my own company. I set up this isolation because it’s so much easier sometimes to be lonely. Even though I said lonely, it isn’t the right word as is suggests longing for company. I am not longing for company, but others are trying to break down my barriers, to see the real me and I’m wondering should I let them? Or should I stick with what I’m used to? That is, being perfectly happy… but alone.
I’m only posting this because it was my mum’s birthday today. A brilliant occasion where we all smile for genuine reasons as we stuff our faces with cakes, ah family birthdays! You can’t help but love them! But anyway, to get to the point, I saw my mum’s reaction when she got cards, texts and emails from old friends wishing her a happy birthday. She was so happy but then I realised if I continue on like I am, I may never experience that. I don’t wish to regret but I am wary of change.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
Looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
I think this blog has decided it for me. When the time comes in that alley and I’m bleeding beneath the rain. I don’t want to be alone.
It’s time to change…