I’m starting to realize that being happy and fighting for freedom or even being free are two very different things. The life of a soldier is not the glorified image presented through the propaganda machine. A revolutionary soldier falls into that category.
Pain, frustration, fight, deep thoughts, and compassion are my norms. There is a dream of freedom that I had. And I do my best to live it within a society that only celebrates surface level freedom but uses “societal norms”, religious doctrine, and capitalistic marketing to shun the things that you are “Free” to do and be, so even when you are free by law, society makes you pay dearly for certain abilities to just be yourself. Within those moments of freedom I on occasion find happiness. And it is overwhelming in its beauty.
2 thoughts on “Thoughts of Freedom”
I wrote about freedom recently. It’s so elusive.
It is. It is a constant in my evaluation of life and socio-economic-political systems.