Thank the universe, finally a day I can get behind.
I’ve always had luck with this number, probably being born on it (and its opposite, seven), so I feel like my entire life is a good luck, bad luck story, but with most of the luck actually being supplied by my own decision making and the unfortunate decision making of others.
Plus, you know, random fate.
We control our response, our decisions, our behaviour.
When we talk of freedom, this is what we mean.
Total freedom isn’t freedom from responsibility or consequence.
It’s giving in absolutely to the knowledge that total freedom means total responsibility.
We are responsible for the consequences of our choices, our actions, our words, our behaviour.
Sure, we can have neuroses and trauma and all that informing it, but we are not helpless.
Don’t believe anyone who says you are, or that you just have to snap your fingers and you can move past it.
It’s not easy; but not impossible. Total freedom means total acceptance of what is, and making the decisions and taking the actions that you want to take, and understanding that if you make poor decisions or demonstrate shitty behaviour, there will be consequences for that.
That’s what Republicans and Conservatives don’t seem to understand: freedom is not freedom from consequences. It is not a license to behave as irresponsibly as you want without any fear of retaliation or judgment.
Guess what? You can say whatever your want, and act however you want, but you live within the world; the world can (and probably will) push back.
Target: 800 words
Written: 530 words, novella: The Mungk
Read: Hilarity Ensues, Tucker Max (I recognize the irony of this blog post versus this book)
Comics: The Magdalena v3 1-4
Music: The Unraveling, Rise Against