Sometimes we have to deal with what’s in front of us… the elephant in the room, and all that. And so, to that end…
I assert there’s a growing weirdness developing towards the notion and idea of “freedom.”
As in, an incredibly reductive view that leans heavily towards the 5-year-old mentality of freedom: “You can’t tell me what to do!” (stomps foot) “You’re not the boss of me!”
Which, in actuality, is not freedom. Amusingly, quite the opposite. For if we automatically rail against a suggestion, a request, a recommendation, an order, a rule, or a perceived limit – whether imposed by someone specific or in general – in a “I will never do what my they tell me,” kind of way, then we’ve eliminated much of our actual freedom because we are now hemmed in to only do things that are the opposite of what they tell us – or even what we think they would tell us. We’ve killed choice. We’ve killed our agency. And we’ve killed our ability to take on that which betters ourselves and our community.
We do nothing but become impetuous (and, often, petulant as well).
I could take this to level of caricature, in a “Hey, don’t stab yourself in the eye with a pencil.” / “Don’t tell me how to live my life” -stab- kind of way. But I needn’t (though I guess I just did). Instead, I only want to push ourselves to recognize what it is we are truly resisting, and what impact that resistance is having on us and on the many communities we profess to be a part of.
That is it. An invitation to put on our adult pants, look at ourselves, find perspective, be present, and aim towards true freedom: the freedom to be, to adapt, to consider, to choose, to build things forward, and to enjoy peace of mind, no matter the circumstances.