Freedom

So the other night, Liza and I and the boys went to see the Mt. Clemens fireworks with our buddy Mario. Oh, the sights we saw....

And then the fireworks started.

The most entertaining part of the evening was people watching. A festival or carnival brings out some of the best people watching one could EVER ask for.

Entertaining, but sad and scary at the same time.

I wanted to ask every other person (or so it seemed) what they were thinking. Seems like more than half the girls or women had their rear ends or upper halfs hanging out. The dudes were all walking around acting all strong. People smoking dope on the street corner, in the presence of the police who were too busy to do anything. Though there was no drinking allowed down in the carnival and fireworks, it doesn't mean people weren't blitzed when they got there.

I wanted to ask the young kids where their parents were, or better yet where they've been for the last 10 years. Then I realized I'd have to ask the parents where their parents were when they were growing up too.

It's sad to me. I really do feel that this generation doesn't have much hope. The kids don't have a chance. Even scarier, I think they believe they don't have a chance.

They know dad's not home and might never be home. They know mom is often too busy to care since she has to take care of raising kids and providing for the family.

Imagine a world without hope. Would you care what you were doing if you had no hope? Would you care how you acted if you had no hope?

With no hope, the answer probably is nope.

The sad part is people don't realize they have a choice. Just because mom or dad were an alcoholic or ran out on them, doesn't mean they have to run out on their family, or be addicted to the bottle.

Just because Dad didn't work, doesn't mean they don't have to care.

But until people realize it, a family could stay in the same sick cycle for years and generations.

The 4th of July is independence day. The day America celebrates it's freedom. Ironically, I see Americans today who are not acting so free. Their enslaved to bad choices. Their enslaved to the world they see, but their world is really only their lives as they live them.

Freedom. The right to be wrong, not the right to choose wrong.

It's the 4th of July, and I just wish more people knew what if felt like to be totally and truly free.