A while back some police came out on a call, and in their attempt to assist my neighbors one of the officers shot their dog. He was a put bull, lived his whole life on a steel cable in accordance with the general consensus that they are dangerous animals. He was intimidating to strangers, but that didnt stop little kids from giving him hugs. Afterwards they got a new pit, and named her Freedom. Now we hear “Freedom, get out of the street! Freedom, get in the yard! Freedom, get in the house! Freedom get off the chair! Freedom dont jump on me.” Its different, to use the word freedom in this context, as something living and tangible instead of as some loosely defined word that can only be experienced on a personal level. We always hear that people go to war to fight for freedom, no matter what I do in this life, whether or not others feel free is their outlook on life and dependent upon their own reality. Someone could be all alone and feel trapped, while someone else could be surrounded and feel all alone. How we feel is a choice we have already made in our hearts and minds. Protecting freedom doesnt require tanks or guns, just an open mind and a caring heart, one that understands the ways of desire and the paths to understanding. If we are too rigid to nurture the freedom of those closest to us, then what have all those who have given their lives been dying for?
Posted on: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 15:00:44 +0000
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