The following is my essay for “What Freedom Means to Me.” Please do not steal, it is a kind of delinquency I highly dislike. Also, please do not post something along the lines, “Your’s stinks, mine is better.” I tend to ignore those that are arrogant and prestigious. Thank you. This is just a rough draft, I will make corrections to my grammatical errors, and add in a few minor/major changes to make the essay more riveting.
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Freedom is a subjective topic that can be conveyed by others in diverse ways. Through the perspective of others, freedom is simply the act of being uncontrolled, and nothing more. Contrarily, I have a deeper perception than that.
Now, I do divulge that I had once thought that the United States of America wasn’t one of the best places to reside in. Due to this ignorance, I was unbeknownst of how fortunate I truly am. I have learned that in life, everything and everyone is flawed. But, that shouldn’t allow you to impudently judge everything. The U.S may have calamities such as homicide and rape, but that occurs everywhere. Luckily for us, we have law enforcement. Some countries don’t, this can lead to both chaos and fear among their people. I have the ability to attend school without anticipating about my lunch and supplies being pilfered. My aunt resides in Singapore to earn some money for an education. She is employed as a maid. Unfortunately for her, she is compensated at a low salary. To exacerbate everything, she has barely even a trifle of freedom. For instance, she may only access the computer she owns on certain days. She doesn’t have the ability to travel where and when she pleases.
Witnessing vicariously, the media has shown me that freedom is almost like a requirement for all living creatures. After immense quarreling, on July 4, 1776, the Americans gained their independence from Britain. During the 1940s, many Jews tried to escape from the ruthless clutches of the German Nazis as much as possible, not even attentive to the consequences. Even animals desire freedom. They whimper for us to relinquish them from their confining cage. Without a doubt, everyone and everything crave for freedom of some form. CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is appreciated. Thank you!
When I was a mere infant, I constantly attempted to escape my crib. When I was ten years old, I wished to leave my controlling grandparents. As a teenager, I still tend to become agitated of the mundane events a youngling will experience. Though, now, I have more insight one what freedom really is. Freedom is being able to believe what we want without our opinions being impeded upon. It’s also our ability to accomplish what we want without having to countenance any unnecessary obstacles. Freedom is not a condition, it’s a way of life.


















