What Is Freedom For Me

Many years ago, the land we walk on, the land we feed on, the land we call our homeland, has been enslaved. Our ancestors sacrificed their lives for her liberation, left their families, their native protected space and went to almost certain death. They chose to die free rather than live in slavery. Because of them, we walk peacefully on this earth. We think they set us free, but is that really the case? Are we free? Or simply our enslaver is another, perhaps even more terrible, and we are still in bondage. Freedom is what should make us independent. Thanks to the brave Bulgarians who gave their lives for Bulgaria, we are now independent of the Turks. But as individuals we are enslaved, dependent. We don't express our feelings, we pretend to be who we are not, who knows, maybe, because we don't like ourselves? Because we are insecure and need someone else's assessment, to be liked? And we become something different and unknown to us, suitable for others. We become slaves to their opinion and put on heavy shackles that do not prevent us from moving even a millimeter from what we think we should be.

We show others the mask we put on and start the show. We play for so long that we finally forget who we are. We become part of the multitude and lose ourselves. We are not exploiting our potential. We do not become personalities, but fictional characters created by others. Our classmates, neighbors or just acquaintances determine our opinion. We change our appearance to what others like. I recently went to a popular teen site and looked at a friend's profile. I saw it in several other pages, but no matter how hard I tried, I didn't find a difference between them. The photos, the presentation - everything was the same. It is as if we are trying to lose our individuality on our own. We listen to the same music, we wear the same style of clothes, our hairstyles are similar, and our behavior overlaps. When we do not give free rein to our opinion, we do not do anything that is not cool, we go to the same restaurants because they are "cool" - are we free? When we get up in the morning and start doing what others expect, not what we want, are we free? When we look in the mirror, but decide that others will not like us and put on heavy makeup that will change us, are we free? When we consider each of our words with others and we are afraid of their opinion, then are we free? Everyone needs approval and support. From a real friend to understand him, to help him. If we do not show ourselves, we will never get the friendship we so desperately need. We will build a wall around our personality, which makes us inaccessible to others. Let us not confuse the lyrical hero with the author and let us not put on someone else's skin to cover ourselves. Let's look in the mirror tomorrow morning and say quietly to ourselves that we are exactly who we need to be, that we are changing exactly what we need to be, and that no matter what, we are all. But if we can't, if we're afraid to raise our heads and fight, we have to blame ourselves for living enslaved. Let us not confuse the lyrical hero with the author and let us not put on someone else's skin to cover ourselves. Let's look in the mirror tomorrow morning and say quietly that we are exactly who we need to be, that we are doing exactly what we need to be, and that no matter what, we are all.

But if we cannot, if we are afraid to raise our heads and fight, we must blame ourselves for living enslaved. Let us not confuse the lyrical hero with the author and let us not put on someone else's skin to cover ourselves. Let's look in the mirror tomorrow morning and say quietly that we are exactly who we need to be, that we are doing exactly what we need to be, and that no matter what, we are all. But if we can't, if we're afraid to raise our heads and fight, we have to blame ourselves for living enslaved.