Craving Freedom  

Posted by The Mouth


The idea of freedom has eluded many of great men. People have fought and died for the idea of freedom. People have fought for a promise of freedom, to live a life free of worry, corruption and hardship. We have grown into a society thinking that what we call ‘freedom’ is indeed freedom at all. The possibility of succeeding in a money-driven, ‘get-rich’, big-box consumer world is the furthest thing from freedom. Freedom is not the individualist ideal of succeeding above all else, while leaving others behind. Freedom is a communal ideal; the idea that all people should be free.

Freedom is not-so-often forgotten. People are willing to give up their personal freedoms at the effects of security. People refuse to give up their everyday, 9-to-5, ‘come home to frozen dinner’ lives in response to a little instability. The idea that people have radical ideas is scary to the common apathetic. Why do people preach about freedom and their rights to freedom, yet are so willing to be commonly under the watchful eye of Big Brother?

The media is a brilliant thing. Here we have a collective so caught up in spinning the truth and creating hysterics that they have left out many real truths. The media has supressed information and will not run a commercial that counteracts one of their corporate money spenders. It’s sad that a commercial can run, promoting the next big Cola product but a commercial advertising awareness in media is laughed out of the Production Managers Office. Why do Super Bowl ads run in the millions of dollars for 30 seconds of airtime? Has money become the owner of our airwaves?

People have grown so entranced by the idea of money and procuring more things. It’s a sickness to feel empty without buying more and more. It used to be ‘keeping-up-with-the-Jones’” but now it’s an expectation. You’re made to feel insecure. You are looked down upon if you can’t afford the newest and biggest thing. Poverty is not ‘cool’ in the minds of the ‘cool-makers’; The idea that money is the way to be ‘cool’ leads me to believe that there are other hands at play. Are we really to believe that, as a collective, we are to spend more and more? Where does that bring us? Does it not bring us further into debt and with more stuff than we know what to do with?

Where is the freedom of yesterday? When did people become so lost in their everyday? It’s not so hard to believe that once, not-so-long ago, people used to spend time together. Without the idea of spending hours in front of the television set. There were times when kids used to play outside and stay out until the sun started going down. Can you still remember the smell of fall? How about the first smell of dew in the spring? Does the sound of birds in the morning make you smile? The simple things are what bring us back closer to freedom. It’s when we start to leave all of our daily distractions behind and get back to living that we can start to embrace freedom. Don’t just crave it, live it.

On The Road part 1  

Posted by The Mouth

August 09 2008 – 7:19am

We rolled in Saskatoon about 20 minutes ago. There’s something about this place that has never rubbed me quite the right way. The first time I was here, I felt out of place.

Today I am drinking a coffee and I haven’t slept quite yet. The bus was half full but it seems that all the seats were full. My seat mate hogged all the space and I was lucky to even get some head room to rest my weary brain.

It is all coming together now. This journey won’t end Monday, this journey will continue for days, weeks and months. The sky was beautiful this morning across the prairies. The sky was lit up by lightning for miles.

August 09 2008 – 5:07pm

I woke up to the rolling hills of Manitoba earlier. It’s been a long trip thus far and it’s only getting longer. I’ve gotten lost in staring contests with the windows, unfortunately, I always lose. There have been miles and miles of road; less and less people. I finally got a seat to myself and I got to stretch my legs a bit. It’s comforting to know that a positive attitude about the whole situation can eventually lead to it paying off.

Winnipeg is on the horizon, I can almost smell it. We should pull in after dinner sometime. Enough time to grab something to eat and then make way for Ontario; the mountains and the Canadian Shield.

I am sure by the time I write again, I’ll have left Winnipeg. It won’t be the first time in so long but at least this time it will be on better circumstances.

The road will open up many possibilities. I have to keep a positive outlook. Be bop, keep it up!

August 09 2008 – 9:30pm

I’ve made my peace with God! Hallelujah! I just left Winnipeg. Thunder Bay in the morning, oh my!

August 10 2008 – 2:53pm

We made it to Thunder Bay this morning. I feel like I finally got a proper sleep. Woke up in Dryden, didn’t care and went back to bed. No one really likes Dryden anyways. Thunder Bay always stirs up some kind of memories, it’s neither here nor there though. Thunder Bay has always been sort of a bum out to me. I don’t know what it is. I think it’s the location that really just strikes a nerve. The area is beautiful. It could also be just my state of mind as I pass from place to place.

We stopped for lunch in White River and it reminded me of her. I definitely pieced together some things. It’s going to take a lot of thinking once I roll in to town to see what I really want to do. It is really all up in the air right now. The most important part is getting there. Viva le revolution mon amie!

Trees, trees, trees. Northern towns and trees. Smell the clean air, smoke those cigarettes. The open road, breath it. Trees.

August 10 2008 – 11:24pm

In Sudbury, we pulled in early. It’s always a nice feeling being early. I think the only downer is, is that; we are here for more than an hour. I guess it gives me and my computer a bit of a chance to recharge. Sure Toronto is only 5 hours away from here on and I’ll probably sleep that time away but it’s nice. I spent the last few hours with my head buried in two books and I am just about ready to reset my brain for the night.

There’s a man who’s been with us since, at least, Thunder Bay. Not sure where exactly he showed up or how he even managed to get on the bus. He seems kindly enough; just kind of doing his own thing.

There’s something about tonight that breathes relief. Is it the fact that I am almost at my destination or something else? Who knows! Take it as it is! Kick ass.