While journaling this morning, I was expressing gratitude for a few things, experiences, etc. One of the things I am jotted down this morning is being grateful for my freedom. And then instantly my mind started whirling so many thoughts. So I decided to hop on and write about freedom, not really sure where this will go. ๐Ÿ™‚

What is freedom?

Not trying to be cute with the question. No, it’s not a rhetorical question either. Yes, we hear about freedom often.

I think that freedom is up for interpretation and determination by the individual. Yes, I suppose one could point to certain ideals, opportunities, etc. and call this freedom.

Is being restricted the opposite of freedom?

Okay, I couldn’t resist going to Merriam-Webster, hoping to read a definition that provides some clarity.

Except that these definitions actually do not provide clarity of meaning.

Okay, I’m more than cool with “freedom” being one of those abstract things. I’m going to settle my internal curiosity by concluding what freedom means to me.

Jon Speer’s definition: Freedom is lack of constraints.

Does thisย work? For now, yes, I am content with this interpretation.

Now, though, I wonder a bit more about freedom. For example, in the US, there are often discussions, sometimes vehement, about freedom. Yes, I know the current political climate is a contributing factor. Yet, there is so much irony in these types of discussions. And I suspect you know what I mean. Let me elaborate.

One person is very absolute about their definition of freedom, so much so, that anyone who has a different point of view and perspective about it is deemed wrong. The other person chimes in with their different perspectives and points of view on freedom and damns the first person for their ideas.

Back and forth, back and forth. The cycle goes on and on and on. Sadly, each “side” in the nonsensical debate is correct. And each side is also incorrect at the same time.

Freedom is a personal matter.


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