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Freedom

What does freedom mean to you? – Now there is a question that is very deep from the daily writing prompt.

It feels like freedom is slipping away lately. I thought this country represented freedom. It does in some ways. My father fought in 2 wars to maintain our freedom. His father fought in WWI before that.

We are freer here than in most of the world. But in many ways, we aren’t free at all. Controlled by jobs, areas we live in and the varying laws and enforcement of each.

Unfortunately for some people see the color of skin as a qualifier. Or maybe the amount of money you have.

Today for me, freedom meant having the time to spend loving my family. It means not having to get up and go to work and answer to someone else tomorrow morning. It means the ability to move about freely without issue.

It gives me the right to speak my mind freely. To pursue interest of my own choosing.

But with freedom come great responsibilities. It only works if most of us pull together. If we are respectful, lawful, ethical, and compassionate but strong, freedom stands a much chance of survival.

Yes, freedom is liberty, but unrestrained liberties will always infringe on others unfairly.

I visit Arlington National Cemetery to see my parents. That and many other cemeteries and those injured in conflicts are the real price of freedom. Also those who serve our military and public service like police and fire and other governmental positions. Those people do it for all of us and I salute them.

At the Tomb of the Unknown Solider. Photo by Mike Hartley


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Free

What does freedom mean to you? – Interesting Daily Writing prompt.

My first thought about freedom came from my grandparents and parents. Their generations fought world wars for freedom. They knew great sacrifice. They and many service members living and dead have paid that price. And I for one will always be respectful and thankful.

Burial detail at Arlington National Cemetery. Photo by Mike Hartley

When I think of freedom further it goes to expression and speech. The freedom to move about freely.

Ah, there it is. The FREEDOM from working for someone else. I have that now, in some respects, I still pay taxes. I’m no longer the indentured servant of some pecker-headed greedy bastard.

Freedom is watching a young child play without the cares and fears of knowing the trouble in this world.

Freedom is choosing if I want the cream of crab soup or the regular crab soup.

Freedom may soon come down to a choice in the next election if you want to start calling each other Comrad or not. My father didn’t go to war so I could vote for some Putin-loving scum bag.

I have the freedom of annoying you all with mindless dribble and you have the freedom if you want to read it or not. If so have a great day of Freedom.

Other responses to this question at https://wordpress.com/tag/dailyprompt-1935