Freedom

“America is the home of the free.” That’s what they tell us, and it seems like a fact, but are we truly free? Of course not. I mean, look at jails… if we were free (by definition) we could do whatever we wanted,  without restraint. But, what if you wanted to kill the president? They’d shoot you down in an instant. That’s not freedom.

Is that wrong? No. Only because we humans have a tendency to be imperfect by our own standards. If we no one wanted anything that was wrong or bad, then we could be free. It just doesn’t work like that.

Sheltered

I am such a spoiled brat. I am so beyond sheltered. I have it better than 98% of the world. The worst thing that ever happened to me was that someone else lost their life. My father. What does that say about me? It means that I am lucky. I am so lucky. I can hardly imagine what life would be like if wasn’t one of the lucky ones. Could I handle true hunger? True hardship?

No. I couldn’t.

I am not strong, or brave, or even, really, intelligent enough to handle it. I am a sheltered, spoiled brat. So ask yourself; would I be able to handle it? Answer honestly. Tell me what you think.