Our most precious asset

Freedom of thought: Ben Franklin

As night falls on our freedom of speech, I am left wondering if the most precious asset we have is the only one that is safe these days? The freedom to defend ourselves from home invasion; the freedom to eat and drink what we like; to go where we want, when we want; are all under attack – or are already things of the distant past.

When I was a youngster, I had little freedom. My Mother set out the rules by which I lived, what food I ate, when I went to bed and when I got up. She was the boss. In exchange, I was provided with 3 meals a day, a sound education, a warm and clean home to live in, a comfortable and safe bed to sleep in and someone who looked after me when I was sick or injured.

It was a fair deal.

As I grew older, I was cast upon the world to make my own decisions. I made a success of things and a complete mess of things, not necessarily in equal proportions.

I became a parent and quickly learned that parenthood and being “the boss” was both a blessing and a curse. I am often mindful of a joke I once read in the Readers Digest magazine ( for those of you old enough to remember) where someone said that their son had recently turned 16 and was going for his first drive in the family car ? in the driver?s seat. The man writing the article said that he got in the backseat behind his son and started kicking the back of the driver?s seat. His son said ?Dad. Why are you doing that? It?s annoying!? To which his father replied, ?I have waited 10 years to do that. It?s called revenge.?

As I age, I see my daughter confronted by the challenges of modern parenthood. Drugs in particular are a scourge that I did not confront to the same extent ? save a joint cunningly hidden in a tampon box or a bottle of wine secreted in a box under her bed labeled ?PRIVATE!? She is staring down the ravages of opioid abuse and other tablets in one of her offspring. Those very things that seek to destroy or dull reality and perception.

Political events, governmental control and laws are stifling our voices and our actions. There has been a dramatic shift in the way things work. Youngsters are being encouraged to parrot the latest in vogue mantras and adults are increasingly being censored.

My abilities to speak, hear and see are fading as time progresses ? both metaphorically and literally.

Unless I develop dementia, I have the most valuable asset on the planet.

One day, when we are all blinded, silenced and unable to hear because of media and government censorship, we will thank God for this gift. Because within our own mind, we have a freedom that is so wonderful, so powerful; and that thing is freedom of thought.

Whilst opinions are now essentially forbidden, no one can take away the privacy of my mind and the ability to be myself within myself.

That we are all essentially prisoners in the outside world is a tragedy. That we have the freedom to think privately is still not part of the public domain.

Or is that what worries me? So many people who are blindly following the teachings of the governments around the world are also under the influence of mind-altering drugs ? that is troubling.

Have they surrendered this gift and are now merely robotic caricatures of their former selves?

Is this why we have this great divide?

Because some of us are still real?