Roosevelt's Freedom

Roosevelt Island in New York, late autumn, a person casually strolls in the Four Freedoms Park. A light breeze strokes their curly hair, falling gently on their forehead, as their sight falls on the letters engraved on a wall at the southernmost tip. "The third is freedom from want...everywhere in the world," they read, feeling as if the meaning of it has been forgotten in a society mostly dominated by desire - leaving many in an innerly chaos, an emptiness that they try, yet cannot fill from outside.