Are we really free? How many of us can wake up in the morning and truly enjoy the simplistic wonders of life.
When I was younger I used to dream of the day that I would be a big girl, doing my own thing in the world, and being “free”. What we have defined freedom to be is much different than my definition of freedom. I’m now the big girl Little Yani dreamt of; I’m 23, 6 months out of college, out in the world..but still longing to be free. How was I so wrong?
We are free in some sense, I guess. Sure, we can go to the park whenever we want (as long as you don’t go between 10pm and 5pm), you can live anywhere you want (but make sure that you have money to cover all of the expenses), we can speak up about anything (but make sure not to piss of the government), blah, blah, blah. I appreciate all of this, I really do, but I still think there is much more to life that we’ve blindly passed off. Or have been constructed to blindly pass off.
I long to be free. I long for my definition of freedom. I hope for the day that I can wake up and do whatever the heck I want to do because I want to do it. I long for a day that I can sleep in a random morning and still be a productive, contributing citizen to society. No, that doesn’t mean working my life away. It means bringing good to the world around me through passions of my own, and in a way that I can enjoy my own life and still be able to give.
I hope that someday I can see the world as such. Maybe. And if not I, then generations to follow.
Obviously for this to happen there would have to be a huge shift in the way the world functions, but a girl can dream right? We have constructed a society far off what I would have ever imagined this world to be. But that’s ok, I’ve got a lot of livin’ and loving to do. I often times find myself aware of how blessed and happy I am to be me.
Some day, my loves. Some day.
Conquer the world.