Independence: Feeling Free In the USA
Sometimes I feel as if the world isn’t spinning for me anymore. It’s as if the world is spinning but I’m not moving with it. I begin to feel congested with shallow thoughts that ultimately don’t matter, but I know how to always bring myself back. I know how to stop myself from drowning in the ocean of complexity. I bring myself to simplicity. A place of no worries. A place of freedom. Freedom from society.
As silly as it sounds my backyard is where I feel free, three acres of untouched land. I could scream shouts of joy, and no one would know. I could scream shouts of horror, and no one would know. I don’t feel suffocated from the world’s evil. I feel free because of the world’s beauty. I think that sometimes we forget how beautiful and free we really are. I think that the human instinct is to achieve the best of your life. To do that we focus on the bad and evil of our life, but maybe the way to achieve the best of life is to focus on the beauty, focus on our freedom. To feel both of those I focus on my backyard.
I asked friends and family members what the word free meant to them. Most responded with things in the manner of “Being able to make decisions for myself.” I agree with the response but I feel as if it doesn’t cover half of what I want to say. I haven’t been enslaved or imprisoned, yet I feel as if I can still define being free. Being free is turning away from the face of evil, smiling in the storm, standing up after every fall. Being free is like riding a never ending wave. We feel like the wave is standard, that everyone has it. When really the wave is a privilege.
The dictionary definition of freedom is the power or right to act, speak or think what one wants without restraint. I couldn’t define it more perfectly. In my backyard I don’t have to worry about what others think. I don’t have to think about my ultimately small issues. I can think what I want. I can speak what I want. I can do what I want. I feel free.
My hope for the world is that everyone has a place to feel free. Feeling free is a precious blessing. I am very thankful that I can feel safe and free in my backyard. I understand that everyone doesn’t have the blessing of being and feeling free. I am very proud to live in the United States because of my freedom. I want to thank them for risking their lives so I can feel free. I know that my freedom wasn’t gained easily. I promise I won’t waste my freedom.
I would like to wish everyone a happy Fourth of July.
I would also like to thank every man and woman who is and has fought for the United States.
About the Author: My name is Abby Berry. I am a 14 years old. I wish to become an author when I am older. I hope to go to collage for Journalism.
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