The Price of Freedom

Isn’t that a oxymoron? Freedom should be free! If there is a price for freedom, then it ain’t free!

That is besides the point. I lived in Singapore, and many would agree with me that this little island can be draconian at times. There is so many laws over so many things that any one point in time, we might be unwittingly committing an offense!

One image that I cannot remove from my mind is the clobber across the street. He don’t own a booth, he simply comes to work with his tools and wares. He lay them out and commence to mend his customers’ shoes. The place where he work is a common area of an office building. I cannot help but epitomize his existence as a representation of freedom, in our little island. Everyone knows who he is, and where he works, he don’t need advertisements.

Sure he has his worries, how much can a clobber earn to make ends meet? He has bills to pay as well, irritating customers as well. He might make mistakes and mess up his customers shoes. But above all that, he exist by a freedom of choice, he can turn up somewhere else, or he can don’t turn up at all. He can choose to do something else, or he can mend shoes. He is free to choose the choice of his skills to make a living. And he is free to do whatever he wants to do with his time. No one forces him with threats and physical harm. No one impinges on his freedom. He does not need to pay anyone protection monies, no gangsters harass him. He is left alone when he is alone. He does he deeds and leave on his own free will.

How often can we count on that? When we mentally tie ourselves down with social and peer impediments, we exchange our prized possession for commodity materials. We all work hard for our dream cars, our dream holiday when we could all work hard for our freedom of choice, to work hard. We never realise that we are all free to surrender our freedom. and we are all free to reclaim it back as well. There is simply no one out there to make us to what we want to do and when we do not want to do it, no one can make us. We simply need to find the courage to own up to that freedom. And make our freedom, free. The price of freedom is actually Free of socially imposed Charges, Free from Charges we unwittingly impose on ourselves. Let us all pay the price of freedom, with our own choice and decision!

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About Who is Randy Lim

This blog is about the journey and experiences in my life as an Aikidoka. With close to 20 years in the arts, I'll make comments and judgements based on 2 principles, E&E. Experimentation and Experiential reflection. please enjoy, and comment freely.
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