Freedom

Freedom, everyone seems to be for it: liberals and conservatives, libertarians and progressives, hippies and buttoned-down capitalists. You cannot do politics without being for freedom.

But if everyone is for freedom, why do all these factions oppose each other? How can they be enemies and yet be united in favour of the same thing? Is “freedom” a mere buzzword, a holdover from the days of the South African Revolution? Or maybe the meaning of the word is ambiguous: each faction is saying something different when they use the word “freedom.” Just what is freedom, anyway?

You can pull out a dictionary for a stilted definition. I will define it simply: freedom is being able to do what you want to do. This definition encompasses the word root “free” in its myriad forms.

Freedom is many-sided and inherently conflicting. We cannot have it all, but we can have much more if we take a holistic perspective. On the other hand, those who look at only one side can become wildly impractical, or even murderous. The path to mass suffering or even genocide lurks in each side taken by itself.

What is the colour of the wind?

“The colours of the wind in my life”. What an ugly phrase. This is so figurative to everyday life. Some days there are winds that blow my feelings or blow me physically into a bad emotional day or bad physical day. I would say by being alive, you are forced to be striked by the winds of this life.

Do you remember your first wind when you come to earth for the very first time? You cried so much and your mother kept you close to her chest. For a moment you will keep quite, thinking the wind has gone. You are now old and matured, but guess what? The wind is also maturing as you are get matured.

We use to cry over milk and toys, but now we cry over financial issue, relationship issues and emotional issues, the list is endless.

Up in this stage of my life I can say, I have seen the ugly colours of the wind, they have pushed me back and front and at times It would seem like it’s over about me, hope would appear from no where and lift me up. I have learned to collect every bricks that the wind throws at me and construct a huge wall around me to protect my self.