Do you believe people belong to people? Do you? See, I don’t.
While I see why we use the phrase “I belong to you” and it makes sense in a way, it should never really mean that someone truly belongs to someone. There is no ownership. We are individuals and while we most likely feel happy to find someone that suits us and completes us, we will always remain individuals. Free and independent. Just the way it should be.
We link arms, we are partners, we move on and grow together but we never are a possession of the other one. I hope you don’t mind if I bring up a post I shared with you previously in regards to this. Happy weekend you all…
My thoughts go out to all the veterans today and the soldiers still serving. The moment they join the army they also join a roller coaster of life and they take a risk for everyone of us.
My thoughts also go out to their families. The mother’s who see their children take on the responsibility to protect their country and its people. The mother’s who will be immensely proud but also deeply worried. My thoughts go out to their spouses. The ones that have to see their partners leave, hoping for a safe return. The ones that saw them leave and thankfully got them back home. To the ones who support their partners through their trauma. My thoughts go out to the children who love their parent so much and have to say goodbye when they are deployed. Some understanding what it could mean others just worried because everyone else seems worried. My thoughts go out to the kids who have never met their parent because war took them from them.
I am so very grateful for soldiers and veterans who sign up to stand up for our freedom. To fight for it. And I’m grateful for their family, standing behind them and supporting them.
Lest we forget!
Just a little disclaimer: I’m really annoyed right now. This post is sarcasm and annoyance about something that is going on and although far away thankfully from where we live just makes me sick. Please do understand it the right way.
Just so totally fitting to the post I just scheduled for tomorrow morning… 😉
How would you put freedom into pictures? I guess by choosing the ones that display freedom for you. So let me guide you through the pictures I’ve chosen:
Freedom is going on a hike with the people you love. Without having to fear that something bad might happen to you.
Freedom means to go to the beach and enjoy the warm sand and the water. Without worrying about missing out on something.
Freedom means watching clouds form around a mountain top. Without being scared of a storm.
Freedom is breathing in fresh air. Without worrying to get sick.
Freedom stands for enjoying a wonderful view. Without the fear to see something or someone dangerous.
Freedom is watching a beautiful sunset. Without the worrying about it being the last one.
Freedom is to make decisions and own them. Freedom is about being in charge of your life, of your happiness.
Most of all: Freedom is living your life to the fullest. With open eyes, open ears and an open heart.
Thanks to The Girl That Dreams Awake for this fun challenge. Here is what you need to do in case you choose to participate too:
1.Create a post entitled 52 weeks photo challenge :week (which week)-(the theme for the week)
2.Create a pingback to this page or leave the link to your post in the comments box
3.Tag the post ’52 weeks’
In the light of the turmoil which is going on at this very moment I thought a lot about where it all is coming from. Where and why did it start. And I’m not talking about slavery and where we went from there. I don’t want to take anything away from Erika Kind, who has scheduled a post about this very question for coming Monday (can’t wait to read it), but the little exchange we had over the last couple of days made me think. We both asked ourselves and each other the same question: When did it happen? When did it go wrong and why? And why not the other way around?
I believe it’s crucial that we finally accept that we are all the same. No matter what the color of our skin is. No matter what or who we believe in. There is no black or white or yellow or red. It doesn’t matter who we love and why. All that counts is if we are good or bad. Our personality, our character.
I see why people are frustrated. Frustrated to the point where their frustration unleashes in a blind violent way, not considering what kind of damage it will cause. It has to stop. We have to stop. There is another way. We just need to head down this path.
I’d like to share a story with you, a post I’ve written about a year go. I added some additional thoughts to the original text. After all it’s mine and I can, right 😉
Let’s hope we all will stand up for what is right. Do it. But do it in a peaceful, meaningful way.
Without great solitude, no serious work is possible. – Pablo Picasso
I am not going to write much for today’s assignment in photo101 ‘solitude’. I chose two pictures I took a couple of months ago already as I was running around all day and now the weather got bad. I believe that ‘solitude’ is captured in both pictures.