@JulyAnn 28 May 2021

Freedom is to be Free

Before I start this article let me mention first @Jane. Thank you for mentioning me in your article ***Freedom: Spilling The Beans And Letting Go Of My Darkest Past******.*** This is good opportunity to tell my own story. https://read.cash/@Jane/freedom-spilling-the-beans-and-letting-go-of-my-darkest-past-e38e5020 Where should I start? Should I start in a form of a song like what @Yen did? Or start with the common introduction, which is to define freedom? Or should I go straight to my own version of freedom? Compared to the two articles I have read, my own version of freedom is way to different. ***Freedom is right to enjoy life.*** I am raise by my parents with less constraints. They allowed me to enjoy my life as a kid and as an adult. My parents aren't too strict. When I was a kid, they let me play all day. They let me play in the ground. They let me play in the rain. They let me play whatever play I wanted too play, except with dangerous games. They stared at me with their loving eyes while I am playing. I never felt jealous towards another kids with their new toys. I am contented playing outside without too much restriction. When I got hurt or got dirty, they will be upset or be mad, but still allowed to me play. To be free. To exercise my rights as a child which is to enjoy my life. When I started to attend school, I thought things may changed, that they will be strict and ask me to focus on my study like what other parents do. But that was just my imagination. My parents care, they care about my study. Of course they want me to excel in academics, but they never say it directly. They will always say that I don't need to push myself too hard, that I can do better next time. What's important is that I passed. Before I don't realize and understand their actions. I asked myself... *"Why are my parents like that? Do they really care?"* *"Why other parents get angry and furious when their child got lower grades and my parents are not?"* Those questions stumbled on my mind. Then I realized why they are like that. How? When my classmates and I talked and compared our grades. They told me how their parents got mad at them because of their low grades. Some of them got spanked with slippers or stick because of it. Some are not allowed to play outside if their homeworks aren't done. After knowing their stories, I simply told myself how lucky I am for having such loving and understanding parents. For allowing me to enjoy my school days without pressure. ***Freedom is freewill.*** When I started high school, my parents started to tighten their guards and constraints some of my actions, but not too much. I am sure all of you can relate. Girls in high school are considered a young lady. We can't do everything like we used to. We need to act according to our age. My parents explained it very well to me. The do's and don't, but still they make sure that I enjoy my days as a high school student. They allowed me to hang-out with friends after class, hang-out during weekends, went to mall and unwind, and do what other high school girls do. That time, I know I am free. My parents just told me this one great reminder. ***"Know and understand which is right and wrong."*** Until college I kept that great reminder. Knowing what is right and wrong comes after standing with your own freewill. To make my own decision and decide what I want. To stand with whatever decision I make. My parents never interfere with any of my decision. They stand beside me, support me with every decision I make. When I failed, they comfort me with their warm and caring words. They never judge nor blamed me in my every wrong decision. ***Freedom is rights*** Now that I am an adult, still my parents allowed me to do what I want. In my entire life, I never felt like a bird prisoned in a cage. They let me be a bird freely flying in the vast blue sky. Enjoying the view and enjoying life. My parents know that I should exercise my rights to be ***FREE***. ****Thanks for reading!****