When I think of freedom, I think of being mentally free. Free from the hurt and the pain that we call life. Free from the thoughts and voices that we keep inside, bottled up away from anyone and anything. Free from the things that make you feel afraid.
Afraid.
Afraid of people who hurt you, who spend their whole lives trying to make yours miserable. The kind of people who beat you, rape you, torture you. The kind of people, who shouldn't exist. then, we would be free.
What I don't get, is why? why do people do these things? Why do people think that it's okay to do these things? To say the things they do, knowing it could, and would, hurt someone else? Why, when it gets too much, people turn to death, thinking that maybe, just maybe, it could be the answer.
Death.
Some people may say that death is the freedom of the mind, body and soul. But how? How is death freedom? How could trapping someone else in a world of hurt and pain, lead to freedom? When you die, it may feel like freedom to you. It may feel like escaping the reality that pains you to the core. But not for them. Not for the people who love you. Not for the people who care about you. All they'll be doing is thinking, "Was it me? Was it my fault? Maybe, if I do the same, I could see you again, say sorry."
Well, unfortunately, that's not how it works. When you die, you die. That's it. No 'heaven' or 'hell'. Those are just places someone made up so people wouldn't be so afraid when it comes to dying. So people can think they will actually be free.
Free.
No more pain. No more suffering. No more thoughts, or voices. just... Free.
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