The life of us

Freedom to me is a gift, an un-definable gift. I can’t say that I know what freedom is because I don’t and I don’t know if anyone are truly free, because there’s always something that has you a bit under a leech right? Maybe it’s just your job, your hobbies, but I think there might just always be something. But there’s one thing I know for sure, freedom isn’t free, there’s always someone who has to fight for it.

Freedom to me as a blogger means to me that I can show opinion on things and that I can tell them to the whole world, because that is what you do, right? But at the same time it also means that I might have to show a little more respect than I would normally do in my writing because the whole world can see it and it’s not like I can just deny that I had that opinion because it’s right there on the internet. But I dare say that it can still give me the right to change my mind about things since that’s just a normal right, to change your mind, but I will still have to think what the consequences are. When I write, I will just have to see if I can try to stay safe between the “unmarked borders” of freedom of speech, because what is too far? And what’s not far enough?

It just makes it so much harder to write on the internet because when other people read it you don’t know where they might be from and I mean I can kid around with so many things normally but you don’t know if that’s like stepping on personal things for someone else. Blogging can be a hard thing because I have the freedom to write almost as I please, and I will, but what about those people who don’t have freedom of speech, how will this relate to them?