Saturday, November 16, 2013

Isn't freedom overrated?

Why do we fight so hard for freedom? 
Who are we enslaved to but ourselves?

We have the right to decide for ourselves yet we decide to be thrown into a cage of disillusionment. We are neutral, we are quiet, we were conditioned from the start to be passive to authority so we dream of fighting back. The freedom we thought to be so fulfilling is the same freedom we had ourselves turning on each other for. We have the freedom to choose who we want to be but we succumb to the idea that we ought to be like the ones who are above us and if we fail, the solution we came up with is to drag them down with us. That is not a call for freedom, that is a call of envy. Envy that these people have materialized our goal of owning the world.

To the freedom fighters whose idea of freedom is to charge against the system and break it with them; you failed to play your part and will continue to do so unless you realize that freedom is not found in the status of those who claim to own us. Freedom is found in us. We can be working and free, we can be quiet and free, we can be happy if we choose to be.

The only line that limits us is the line we set in front of us.  To the ones who fight for the freedom of their people, you won't break them out of their cages unless they themselves decide to because nowadays, slavery is not in the form of physical as how it used to be but in the form of which our heads set it to be. People feel enslaved because there are those living rich whilst the other is poor. CEO's are sitting in their offices while there are people risking their lives cleaning the windows of a company president's penthouse, there are people sitting down making money every second because they came up with a million dollar idea but there are those wondering why is there no "million dollar action?"

Why do people think freedom is being comfortably rich in a mansion filled with empty rooms and empty beds living empty days doing empty actions? 

Dreams are shattered because of the mentality people have. "I would rather be this than this because there is no money in that."

Work gets the best of us because schools taught us that having stable jobs will provide us with stable income to stabilize our future family. Where are the artists who dream of painting the world sheepishly roaming it, shrugging out the idea that maybe tomorrow is what I sketch it to be?

We build walls that divide us because we are not like them. The president can't be my friend because I am just your average citizen. 

Freedom connotes the idea that we are already divided but maybe freedom is being who we want to be besides the fact that there are others who aren't like us. The fight shouldn't be a fight for equality, the fight should be a fight for unity because the more we try to bring someone down to our level, the more we strip ourselves of what we would rather be.

People often forget that freedom also entitles a kid to dream of being a politician that screws others over. If he wants to be selfish and greedy while the other kid wants to be generous and giving, in what sense of freedom do we say that he can't? 

Freedom is overrated for the fact that it leans against morality while in fact, it is a two sided story in which we are all entitled to reading. If we fight for freedom to strip officials of their badges and ID's, won't we be stripping their freedom of being what they worked for as well?

Have we ever sat our healthy asses down and thought hard about maybe, just maybe, tomorrow might never come? 

And if we did, what will be our last thoughts, last actions? Because if tomorrow will never come for me, the taxes I paid (and gotten screwed over) and the money I saved up for the corner I turn to comfortable lifestyle, will not be the last thing that goes through my head, it will be the relationships I've built, the people I've hurt, the people I've managed to love truly and the people I had the liberty of knowing because freedom is to not feel lonely in a world filled with 7 other billion people in it. 

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