As a matter of fact, in my opinion, freedom is an individual feeling, a personal goal, and in its individuality it shows itself in different ways. In few words: "Freedom changes from person to person".
One would expect everyone to love the idea of being free, without any boundaries, controlled just by his own will. But many of us don't know that people who seek the conventional ideal of freedom are fewer than what we'd expect.
Franz Kafka wrote that “It's often safer to be in chains than to be free” and “You are free and that is why you are lost”
Isn't that true? Human beings are not made to live alone, to hang around without an objective. Well, actually this is freedom in its raw meaning. To know noone, to care only about yourself, to have no goal, no destination. In this weird condition, a man would be lost, as Kafka, rightfully said.
But.mankind changed nature, the world, everything, and we can even change the concept of "freedom" as we want. And this is easily remarkable in philosphers' and writers' opinions. For example:
Freedom is the will to be responsible to ourselves. ~Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols, 1888
There are two freedoms - the false, where a man is free to do what he likes; the true, where he is free to do what he ought. ~Charles Kingsley
None are so hopelessly enslaved as those who falsely believe they are free. - Goethe
And I could go on. It's even hard to find two people who have got the same idea of freedom in this world.
But...
isn't this the real freedom? Freedom is to think of "freedom" the way we want to. To achieve what makes us happy, or what makes us unhappy, depending on what we want from our lives.
We are made up of chains, boundaries, burdens, what we are can be seen int hw way we struggle against oppression.
Dying? Crying? Fighting? Protesting? Doing nothing?
This is it. People can be free even in their happiness, or laziness, and so on.
But I think nature is the greatest teacher of all. And I always think this way.
In South Italy, where I live, there are lots of birds, they can be called sparrows, but they're diffused especially in my land. There's something really curious with these birds: if one takes a newborn sparrow and puts it into a cage at home, the mom of the bird comes home to find her sparrow and feeds it with poisonous herb, to kill and save him from his prison.
Life is our beatiful and lovely cage. (there's no sarcasm in this sentence)
Bye, dear :)
Written by: Uranus
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