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Friday, 24 February 2017

Freedom

  Freedom, the only thing a child always wanted but did not realise he or she already had it. There is not much to describe about freedom, the word itself explained everything, is what a person does with it, that changes the meaning of this word. Although some might disagree with me, but here are my thoughts about the word, freedom, and it's meaning towards me.
  We were given freedom each day, to live our lives to the fullest or stuck in the past. That's one of the ways I look at freedom. We always had freedom given to us, but we were just being ungrateful and complained about not having freedom. Some people weren't given the freedom to live under a roof, to eat, to survive and I got all that. Every day when I first wake up, I am thankful of lord, for thou who let me survive the previous night. I am then free to choose whether I'll be a positive or negative person that day. Choices are freedom, the first choice I make at the start of my day is waking up. With itself, it shows everyone, that I had a choice to skip whatever I was planning to do that day, to be lazy or to be lying about being sick, but I did not. That's what freedom feels like, the chance to choose how I'm going to start my day.
  As a student, we were often told by substitution teacher that we were free to do what we want in class. When that happens, everyone would start talking or sharing jokes around the table. For me, the freedom feels like I could write, read and express myself without a limited space. I, myself, likes to write. Poetry, stories, diaries, you name it, I've wrote it. When I am writing, it feels like I'm in my own space, my own world. My story, my life, were expressed through my writings. Examinations nowadays are limiting the students. They are trying to cut a circle into a square. Therefore, students like me, were unable to write our story to our full potential. An examination has its own set of answers and now, they are deducting marks off our papers if we are not following the route of it. With it, it cuts off our freedom to write, to express. So, whenever I was given the freedom to write, I'll pour my heart and soul to that one or two pages of essay. My emotions are in sync with my writing, each and every one of my essays meant something to me. The freedom to write meant more than just finishing a homework assigned by a teacher, it meant my life. It meant I'm mature enough, to have the freedom and to be creative of how I want to pen my story.
  Other than that, freedom to me, as a daughter, is the freedom of choosing my occupation, the courses I want to study, the kind of jobs I'm choosing and many more choices to come with it. Teenagers nowadays were often controlled by parents. Teenagers, like me, had parents planned our future before I was even born. Although I understand it was for my own good and will be guaranteed a stable job, it is still not what I enjoyed doing. This kind of freedom were the ones nowadays parents do not give us, because they think we are not mature enough to make such a huge choice. It is undeniably true, however, I did not have the freedom to choose my future, it had always been planned and I would probably never enjoy it. Life is short and this was not the way I intended it to be. I, as a teenager, had been told many times by relatives, telling me I had to be a doctor, accountant, lawyer, engineer and so forth. These thoughts were screwed into my head before I even knew how to walk. The freedom of choice in this part of life was a huge risk, but at least I'm able to choose something I knew I would be determine to hold on to.
  Lastly, as a person, the best freedom is the freedom of being myself. In the society's eye, I had often put up a smile but most of the time, that smile was not genuine, it was just an act. I was a shy, quiet girl, who was afraid of rejection, humiliation, embarrassment, teased, hate and attention. I was deeply saddened that even a child as young as 7, was already insecure with his or her own body because someone from school told him or her that they are fat, ugly, weird etc. I am not saying that people did not have the rights to do so, but if you have nothing nice to say, why bother saying it in the first place? Though wounds and scars will fade, but words are burned into our heads forever. I think, if one have to get the freedom of this, we must first be courageous to gain self-confidence. We can join many activities to achieve that, such as public speaking, debate, group activities, presentation, discussion groups, theater and so forth. After I had gained self-confidence, I am never afraid to be myself. What other better way to be a person, than being yourself. Self-confidence had helped me gained the freedom of being me. Be proud of who I have come to be and keep growing to be who I intended of being. The freedom of being who I really am without anyone's permission. That, my friend, is freedom.
  Freedom is not something you set it to be, it can be absolutely anything you want it to be. I encourage everyone to speak up, because the day you stopped speaking up, is the day your freedom truly ends. I hope this article had helped you understand more about the word.

-thank you for reading. xoxo

2 comments:

  1. Overall, really good and well structured! There are some minor mistakes like word disappearing but it's all good :)

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