I have a whole category, “Freedom; the escape”. Blog entries on how I was able to quit my job, sell the house, and move to our simple life, living free on the beach of our choice. Melodramatic? Well, to me intensely real. I’m passionately blissful now, and have been for a year. But how much pain was I really experiencing before? A hangnail can hurt bad, till you break a finger. A broken finger, can be intense, till you experience a kidney stone. A kidney stone can feel like a gunshot wound, until you actually experience one.
I remember feeling trapped, unhappy, wronged. Suffering fools at times.Though those times are so far in the rearview mirror, it is more and more difficult to remember. Certainly not vividly. But in the moment, the pain is real. I expect everyone experiences that from time to time. We wallow in our petty pain.
I absorbed an article today that put it all in perspective
Guantánamo’s Darkest Secret
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2019/04/22/guantanamos-darkest-secret
Read this for perspective. Or read to gain a deeper understanding of what we, as freedom loving Americans, have inflicted. It may or may not change your mind. It changed mine.