Freedom

What's in a word? Freedom? Freedom makes me think on the war, in special the Second World War. Last Friday (4th May) we memorized everyone who found their dead in this awful war. I went to a ceremony. Children read their own written poems, specially written for this occasion. One of this children was my own little sister, she was actually the reason who brought me to the ceremony. When I was younger I went their a few times, but it was years ago that I was at a ceremony in person. I used to watch thé ceremony with the queen on the TV. Anyway, it felt really good to be there. The poems, the flowers, the music, the people, the two minutes of silence and the Wilhelmus (our anthem). My skin was covered with goosebumps and even my heart felt a little weak. I have no words for what happened then, in the war. And I can't really imagine, what it feels like to be in a war. Soldiers on the street, the noice of bombs and weapons and the incredible fear...

The day after (5th May) we celebrated our freedom. People gather together in de big cities. There is a lot of music, a lot dancing and happines. People are laughing. For a really good reason they are! We are free, we don't have that soldiers on the street, we don't have the noise, we don't have that special fear.

I didn't do anything special on this 5th. I realized that it is something special to live in freedom. Real freedom. I can say whatever I want to say, I'm free to believe what I want to believe, I can wear what I want to wear and I am, who I want to be. But, freedom means more! There are people fighting for their lives, while they're not in a war. They have to deal with sickness, or another worse thing: themselves. People are caught by a not-working body, by a depressive soul. An example: my cousin had his birthday on that 5th. On a moment he put his glass in the sky and said: cheers, to my mom. To her health! It touched me deeply, because I realized that people dealing with sickness and the people around them aren't free. And there are so many of this people, caught in all different ways. What about me? I am absolutely free. What a blessing! What a reason to celebrate, what a gratitude. What about you? Are you caught, or are you free, really free. I hope you are: if not, I'll pray for you, if you are praise the Lord!