I am so grateful I was not born during the Spanish colonization. Imagine a life without smart phones and the internet! Kidding aside, I am glad I live at a time when the Philippines is free. I do not know any other way of life. I was too young theb and do not remember what it was like during Martial Law.
I do wonder however if the pandemic, having suppressed a lot of “freedoms” I took for granted before, is similar. People were forced to stay home. The simple pleasure of walking around was taken and forget about traveling. At the start of the lockdown, I sure felt like a prisoner. It is specially harder for children.
A couple of weeks into the lockdown, Sophia was already crying because she missed “the outside world”. I felt so helpless, I do understand because I was frustrated, too. I tried to make it a little bit more bearable for her. Got some puzzles, books, made pizza and cupcakes together, played ball inside the house, danced along YouTube videos and spent more quality time together.
After almost 15 months of lockdown, I guess Sophia has adjusted relatively well to the restrictions already. For me, the best part about this challenging time is the opportunity to improve. Sophia and I has learned a lot and I watched her grow into the wonderful little human that she is today. More on this tomorrow.
In some ways, maybe I had a taste of what it feels like to not be free. My definition of freedom being the ability to do the things I want to do. I could definitely not do a lot of things now, but I suppose like our ancestors before, we make the most of the situation we find ourselves in, right?
What does freedom mean to you?