There’s a lot of crazy talk bouncing around the hallowed halls lately. Everyone’s got a thought, everyone has an opinion, and there’s multiple avenues in which we can get it all out in the open. No one has any limits anymore. Any thought we have can so easily be written down and sent out to the entire internet without another thought. Voices are being heard no matter what, and a collaboration of minds and ideas can bring about even more discussion. However, it becomes a strange turn of events when those with a platform have discussions about people they tell us we shouldn’t pay attention to, as if only they have the power to take in what is said and digest it with complete and unequivocal non-bias. They want to save you from the crazy while discussing everything the crazy one is saying. Why do they get to know what they say and we don’t? Why should they be the gatekeepers privy to the information and tell us to stay away? What don’t they want us to find out?
I am not interested in being told that this person is allowed to express an opinion while this person should be barred from doing so. Calling for the ban of a voice you simply disagree with is the suppression you’re worried about your enemies performing. We’re at a point where the truth can so easily be covered up when you’re telling people who they can, cannot, should, or should not listen to. It’s not up to you. If you’ve got the balls to bring up someone you deem crazy, you better grant that audience of yours the courtesy to do their own research on them. And if you’re a true connoisseur of all things freedom of speech, you shouldn’t fear that. Everyone has their own brand of thinking, which comes with their very own moral code. At the very least, you could simply listen and come to a conclusion after that. But even that seems too tall an order for some. They just go with their first assumption and don’t bother getting to know any more. Where’s the fun in that? Why does my life lens have to be ‘sanitized’ by those who think they know what’s best for me?
The moment you choose freedom for yourself, including the mind, body, and spirit, is the moment you realize no one gets to tell you anything anymore. You don’t have to feel a certain way just because someone else thinks you should. You get to push back, you get to voice your concerns and opinions, and who knows, you may win one here or there. It’s not that you don’t care about what they have to say, you’re just making room for your thing first. We never have to be rude to each other either. Harmless snarking is my way to go. And if that’s the consequence you have to face for allowing me to add my voice to the conversation, as I say, it could always be a helluva lot worse. I wonder what your way to go is. I’ll always wonder about yours first. That’s just what I’ve chosen to do with my freedom.