A Free Wright
An aspiring writer said to himself on the topic of Freedom: I am apt to think I was born Free, cause otherwise, perhaps my folks would just return me? Alas, having no receipt of the transaction they had nothing to take back (to Customer Service). There being just this little but growing, burden of responsibility; stuck as if. Did they freely choose it..? Parenthood? I have my doubt. (Mother always shook her locks: ”...If it were up to me...!” exasperatedly.)
Odd that we are so pushed around, and yet still have a mouthful of “I want—.” As if we didn’t already have Life coming at us like a sock in the jaw! but, Freedom makes for good social ideology, if not policy. Right? I like to think I can say whatever, and do whatnot; and now if you ask me what it is that I really, really want, despite this free-for-all of thought, like most people, I’m like.. uh-duh-uh... not that I don’t take Freedom very seriously!! I just don’t take it very far....
I have the right to my opinion, and don’t voice it much, if at all. I don’t stand up for my neighbors, though we’re free to assemble a life for ourselves, so says the First Amendment! and I do believe I am free to believe what I believe though what I believe is only what occurs to me somewhere in the back of my mind, cause if I didn’t imagine it or get wind of it somehow, how can believe in it (or not), since cognitively it does not exist? That is my religion, if you will: I know what I don’t know and profess it fearfully in the serrated confessional of my soul...
Freedom, I suspect I do not really know... I’ve no idea... what compels me to write.