To worship. To vote. To sing out loud in public.
Our prompt for today’s #bloglikecrazy post asked us to define freedom. I know what Webster’s says, but it’s so much more than that. I will admit that I have lived an exceptional life. I’ve had nearly every freedom I wanted. My dad wrangled me in when I was young, but that was just good parenting.
I originally start this post admitting how blessed I’ve been growing up in America and all the freedom we are provided thanks to men and women who fight for them. But it only made me realize how many people still have limited or no freedom. I think about women and children in other countries unable to go to school, work, or vote. I think about young boys having to join armies to survive. I think about people who aren’t allowed to wear what they want, go where they’d like, or be who they are.
There are also many groups in our own country who don’t have the freedom so many of us do. The LGBT community is sorely lacking in freedoms that so many others have. And abused men and women who can’t get out of their relationships for fear of repercussion, or even death, are forced to stay where they are.
While I am eternally grateful for the things afforded to me (and others) by those who gave their lives, have served, or are serving, I wish there was more done in the same regard for those who are still kept in tiny boxes. Everyone should have the rights and privileges the majority have, especially here in America. Help us continue progress for everyone, not just some.
Find peace inside.