We’re here again, folks! Day 4 of the #WritersBootcampZA challenge and the prompt is: ‘I just couldn’t live without…’
This was another tough one for me. I thought “my cellphone!” and then realised I’d actually be okay. It would suck without my cellphone but I’d live, you know? Same for my hearing, sight, home etc. There’s very little (other than the obvious oxygen) that I can’t live without. Physically.
Then I realised: My freedom. Freedom to choose, freedom to make my own way in life, freedom to love whomever I want, to eat whatever I like, to practice whichever religion I choose.
Freedom is so much more important than many of us realise. If it were taken away and I had to live 100% according to another person’s rules and wants and choices, I think that would kill me. Literally.
I was raised by a mother who taught me that respect for those older and more “important” than me is the right way to live. At the same time my father always said “Your teacher’s name is Mrs So-and-So not GOD.” He also taught me that I can never really be forced to do anything I don’t want to do. No-one can force me to participate or feel guilty unless I let them. Therefore I’ve always had the perfect balance of respect those who deserve it but don’t be pushed around.
I can’t thank my parents enough for that. I will always hold onto the freedom they taught me to embrace and trust in and enjoy.
So, in short, if you try to take my freedom away, I will fight you and you will lose.
P.S. Just realised that I’m talking about freedom on Independence Day. Shout out to all the American blog readers who may see this!