I am still on the subject of Pesach (Passover) because I am living and breathing it at the moment, not to mention the time I have spent so far crunching through matzah.
Passover is a celebration of freedom so I have really been thinking over the past few days about my own freedom.
On the surface, it seems very simple. I am free. I am not a slave in Egypt. I live in a country where human rights and freedom of speech are important aspects of living. I am a woman living in the 21st century where woman and men are equal. I don’t owe the bank much money. So I am free. Right? Wrong!
The more I thought about it, the more I realised that I don’t feel free at all. And when I spoke to other people about it, they said that they felt the same way that I did.
Nelson Mandela said when he was leaving prison, “As I walked out the door toward the gate that would lead to my freedom, I knew if I didn’t leave my bitterness and hatred behind, I’d still be in prison.”
We are slaves to our kids and to our family’s expectations of us, we are imprisoned by our own negative attitudes and poor self image. We are chained to time and deadlines and expectations. We are most definitely slaves to our phones and computers, to social networks and the fear of missing out on important information like what our friends ate for dinner (or where they went on holiday that will always be more exciting and more adventurous than our own lives).
In a world where we are always on the go, and continually surrounded by information and marketing, we are not free.
We imprison ourselves and we do it by choice. Well I think it is our choice. And truthfully, I’m not sure what the solution is. But there has to be one and I think that it is different for each person as we are all individuals. We have to choose to do things differently.
Do something different and discover your own freedom before you burn out. Before it is too late.
Because you are worth so much more than just being a prisoner for the rest of your life.