Freedom is one of those words that mean so many things to so many people. A word that some take for granted whilst others have never known freedoms sound. The birds are free. Well they are when there not being shot down from the skies. They glide through the air creating friction between the winds. They sing in the morning at the crack of dawn and no one can stop them. No one can stop the birds from singing. But for us humans, freedom is another story. For we, like the birds have been pre wired to sing. To smile. To laugh. To love. But our wires are tampered by life’s indiscriminate hurdles. Like a quiet storm the wave comes and splashes down on our freedoms. Drowning out our hopes and leaving fear and despair, loneliness and hate. Leaving a hopeless mass of happiness at the bottom of the ocean and replaced by the robotic existence we now call life. Soulless expressions. Botoxed hopes. Cosmetic freedoms masked by veneers.
Freedoms advancement comes when our basic pre wired rights cease to be tampered with. When like the birds we can glide through life without fear of the infra red light of the gun constantly aimed at our backs shooting us down. The advancement of freedom comes first and foremost with love of self. With the ability to seek the inner person we all hide inside and bring them to the surface, to let the world rejoice in the majesty of whom we have been preordained to be. Until that day we are just a mere carcass of potential enslaved by our own blindness. Enslaved by the rat race that has come to be our life.