Freedom

Although I’ve been meaning to for ages, I finally find myself writing an actual blog post. I’ve been spamming everyone with my page for a while but most of the stuff on here so far was written for uni or a long time ago. I will be putting stuff like that on here (gota get published as a journalist somewhere even if I have to do it myself lol) but I will also do the odd ramble, like now.

Speaking of being a journalist, I guess I should be working on that degree. I’m in the last year of Journalism with Psychology, well in the last month. In the next few weeks I need to get my dissertation done (I would say finish my dissertation but that only applies if it was actually started..), get some press photography work experience (it is much harder than it sounds) and revise for a law exam (that’s as hard as it sounds). As you can see I’m working very hard on all this, so hard in fact that I choose this time to start blogging lol. Such is procrastination.

As I try to avoid stressing about all the work I’m supposed to be doing, I find myself thinking about life after uni. For most its dreams of freedom. I guess finally not having to study, after spending pretty much your whole life doing so, sounds pretty good. But if you need to start thinking about how the rent is gona get paid now that there are no more student loans to rely on, it starts to get scary. Sometimes I wish I could have the freedom that other people my age are looking forward to.

But I’m reminded, instead of looking above you, you should always looks below. Our freedom depends on whether we have to get out of bed early, spend a few hours doing an easy job, come back to a bigger or smaller house. But we are living in the same world where people with feelings just like us dont have the freedom to say what they want, believe what they want, wear what they want, live where they want.

We see and hear about it all the time. While the news are on, its hard not to feel sympathy and wish we could do something to help them. But once the channel is changed most people forget about how hard life is for so many, and how easily that could be us.

I will probably still complain about how stressed I am and still worry about getting a job. I will also remember to pray for those with less freedom than me and hope we can help make their lives better. A few pounds, a few words, a few prayers, do what you can and it will make a difference. At least to helping you appreciate what you have if nothing else.

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