Writing Topic For Those Who Are Looking For Something To Write About.

Freedom is the right to be ourselves. This is what Freedom means to me. It means that the Government will not tell us what we have to believe, we are free to make our own choices, and even our own mistakes. In the Second World War, long before we were born, there was an ideology of power, that would take away peoples right to think. This ideology was called the Nationalist Socialist (NAZI) party. They took away peoples right to choose their friends. They took away peoples dignity. Our grandfathers fought to retain our freedom against this threat. We should always remember how important Freedom is.

Freedom to me is being able to express myself the way I truly feel in any situation I find myself in. I just started a discussion on motorcycles. The physical feeling of freedom comes from my experiences of driving my bike around town and making a purposeful effort to save fuel in my vehicle, since I also have the freedom to choose to drive the bike or the truck, given the weather for the day. In fact I just returned a little while ago from a ride on the bike. You might not agree with the notion of freedom coming from a motorcycle, but the sum of thoughts that got me to this point of riding when and how I choose is a freedom in itself. My father taught me to ride when I was young and this is actually the only lesture he allowed me. I wasn't a child who played sports, or attended school functions. If I wasn't working, then I was riding dirtbiles with my dad. That was a my life in a nutshell. I learned to find freedom when and where I could, since my father never allowed it. He allowed the rides because it was his way of sharing the life he knew as a young man in the 70's. Freedom is finding you way without having others make your mind up for you; a accepting the repercussions of the choices you make for yourself. Dad wasn't wrong, he just didn't know much else.

The days slip by one by one and I feel myself getting weaker. I am sure before too long my time will come and I will slip away. Perhaps some will mourn my passing, but I think many more will not even realise I am gone and go about their lives blissfully unaware of the fact. I do not think of a world without me, I feel I have always been here and once I thought I would be around forever, but now in the shadows of new governments and new world orders my end is near, some say for the best. Still my friend, perhaps you will remember me, perhaps you will pass on my name to your children and help me live again in their hearts. My name friend, is Freedom. A bit bleak isn't it. Not sure where that came from!!