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Thoughts On Chicago, Freedom, and the 4th of July
Where are we going?
This 4th of July, there’s only one thing I’m certain of:
I don’t know what freedom is anymore.
What I do know is that it isn’t what I was taught in school.
In America, we make a big fuss about having “freedom”, but we still use smartphones that basically listen to all of our conversations (I see you, targeted Instagram ads).
We make a big fuss about having freedom, but recently we overturned the freedom for a woman to have an abortion.
We say “freedom ain’t free”, but honestly, neither are we.
What America does well is provide its citizens with the illusion of freedom.
What does freedom really mean?
To me, freedom means that I and my family have as equal opportunities for a life of prosperity as other people.
I’m a white guy, so I’ve kind of got it easy. I’ve got a lot of freedom. It’d be silly for me to stand up on a soapbox and talk about unfree I am. Most of my shackles are mental.
That’s probably why I write a lot about overcoming mental obstacles.
Other people aren’t so lucky.
