It is Independence Day in Amerika. Today we celebrate this holiday for the ones that gave some, and the ones that gave all. It is a reminder of our independence and the sweet smell of freedom that often takes great sacrifices and often requires a fight or war.
Independence Day has an added meaning for me this year and it is more than just celebrating the history and the anniversary of our freedom. It’s more than BBQ’s and gatherings with friends and family. It’s more than fireworks and smoke filled air. And while this holiday celebration affects us all and our way of life today, I was thinking of our current, individual fights for freedom and independence. I don’t know why, but I was thinking of the various struggles each one of us faces to attain such precious freedom.
I was thinking of Mom, alive and well now, but not really free in a place she doesn’t want to be. Nor is she independent any longer and requires help. She will never enjoy that privilege ever again. This so called help comes at a price, and is in exchange for money and not voluntarily given.
I don’t mean this to turn out to be a sad and depressive post, as clearly this is a day of celebration, but for me it was a mere reality check. Taking a look around at what was happening. How many people I know that were truly happy, independent and free. It was an eye opener as I couldn’t name many at all. Most were stuck in unhealthy jobs, a slave to make ends meet with no freedom in sight. Others were in unhealthy and oppressive marriages, unable to move on by themselves, and made dependent. Others were sick and their dreams were cut short, having to fight unimaginable battles and wars against pain each and every day. Others simply had bad luck and got dealt a poor hand to deal with. And what about the ones stuck in their own hell, the ones that crumble from the pressures of society and believe that they are not good enough? The ones with anxiety, fighting for acceptance each day, just trying to find a place to belong. The ones that try to beat drugs and are made prisoners to their own addictions. The list goes on and on and doesn’t stop here. Even the ones that did defend us and came back as survivors continue to fight their battles each and every day.
So what is the point I’m trying to make here! What I’m saying is that today is an important anniversary in history, a crucial turning point that allowed many people to escape the claws of war, while others never made it and paid the ultimate prize for what we enjoy as our freedom today. A freedom that should never be taken for granted. And yet the fight for freedom and independence continues as each of us carries out their own battle. World peace, independence and freedom may look the same for all of us, but our individual freedom can have many different faces and is never free. There is always some prize to be paid, some struggle to be endured, some war and battle to be fought. May you never give up the fight, for it is always worth it and united we are strong and united we stand.
Happy Independence Day America and to all of you. Bless each and everyone of you ❤️