Where Would I Be Without Freedom

I walk upon the undercoat and marvel at the aptitude to let the grass cushion my wandering feet. What if my feet could not wander What if I were a slave to this rich soil, then where would I be club may not be controlled, and it may wander aimlessly perhaps, only it wanders on its own course. I walk with society and against it, and I save the license to do this. I would not be able to salve such an analyse if I didnt have my freedom.It is this freedom that allows me to write an essay differently from other people and is what has taken many others and me as farthermost along in our journey. Freedom is the grass that cushions my step, the softness that allows me to tread anywhere without the fear of persecution. Without this layer of protection I would not want to revolve far from what I know. Without protection from the corrupt world, I would remain the said(prenominal) immature child who could not walk far from what I could not see.Light liberates darkness the same as fre edom liberates slaves. Darkness is the absence of lighting just as slavery is merely the absence of freedom. Without the light of this freedom I would be in the shadow of darkness restrict to the barren ignorant lands that light never reaches. Grass ceases to grow and bread and scarcelyter as I know it would be useless dead. The fire that burn down within the soul is fueled by the sun, fueled by the chemise and freedom which allows us to fill ourselves with worldly and unworldly beliefs.There is modest faith behind a society who does not have the expertness to choose its own unworldly beliefs. Being spoon-fed from birth by my Jewish-Orthodox Baptist parents, I rode my own spirit into the arms of God and the ways of Christianity. assent may guide many a man and his heart, save freedom guides the soul. No one knows the truth concerning God, religion, or existence, but the freedom to render the truth ike I have has made me whole. Without freedom I would slake place myself higher than everything else and perceive myself as my own master.This provincial genius that the world commercializes I once held, but it has been freed by the disuniting of my flesh and its ascertain upon my mind, soul, and heart. Freedom is too immense a concept to comprehend insofar too narrow a word to define, but it drives me. Without it I get going dark and meek as I look to the cold earth for heavenly answers. Freedom is there for anyone even slaves. The light needs but to be turned on and ignorance can do nothing but flee.