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You Know the Things We Do...

You want freedom... but you don't want to serve.
You know, the things we do. You have those abilities to travel, to go shopping, shop for food. Your children are able to attend school. 

You can go to work.  You can attend meetings, get-togethers, perhaps religious services.

You want your time to read, study, write, or any other quiet time thing you do in the peace of your home. Your hospitals and schools are intact.

Yet, you. Yes you the posers complaining as you always have.  Everything takes work,  but you have yet to accept that truth about life. You have to serve someone,  something. We all do, and that's life. That is our rent we pay for living on this earth.

However,  you are unwilling to accept that life is just about that. Serving. Paying a debt for freedoms. You forget.

Humans are not that much more superior than our favored domestic animals. We still battle to survive, most of the time we just don't acknowledge it.  Many of us in these United States have become oblivious to the basic needs in daily surviving. Reason being is because of decisions made, giving protection that lends freedom to us by others.

Remember... You know the things you do... Daily? You do them, those things mostly uninhibited by an outside source. You don't have someone taking away, threatening your freedom and all you've known. You are not forced to leave what you know.  Neither heading to another country... Losing your identity.  All your men eighteen to sixty years old separated from families, communities and the like. 

Remember this the next time you order that coffee, and it's not arriving fast enough for you.  Or the next time you drive somewhere,  because you can. Or you're standing in the produce aisle of a food store. And you complain you hate to go foodshopping.  If you don't remember your words.  I know I will.----Jody-Lynn Reicher 


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