Recently, I’ve devoted significant periods of my daily overthinking to the concept of individual freedom.
I do not speak of freedom in the political sense, a concept all-too-often malformed in modern society. I speak of soul freedom.
Soul freedom requires that we reject, and reject again, being subjected—subordinated—to the will of another human being. Soul freedom requires that we willfully discern and choose between moral and immoral actions. The existence of soul freedom fundamentally governs whether we love or do not love, for true love must be truly free.
It is within the context of freedom, and only within the context of freedom, that any one of us can possibly choose goodness.
Then why do we stream tears over that woman, or that man, who battles self-righteous to rob us of goodness and love?
Refrain from intentions-weighing here: evil means never justify the ends, however apparently well-intentioned.
Beware of the wolves in sheep’s clothing who preach otherwise. Do not be wrestled into submission and robbed of true love by they who’ve malformed love.
I’ve quoted it prior: “A person’s rightful due is to be treated as an object of love, not as an object for use.”
I do not exist to validate anyone else’s existence; I do not exist to validate another person’s existence by obeying without question the life route they’ve dictated to me. To hustle another person into validating your existence—even if that includes the most intense of your convictions—means to treat them as an object for use. It means to use them for your ends—ends to which they never consented.
Stubbornness doesn’t indicate strength. Hurting another person because they refused to bow to your will indicates the worst kind of weakness—the failure, bone-chilling, to regard anyone who doesn’t serve your self-interests as much of a person at all.
I possess deeply-seated convictions, and I grip them to my chest and I do not shy from expressing them. I desire that others possess them, too, for I affirm that they’re conducive to the good of every last one of us; but I bow, hands folded in repentance and begging forgiveness, if I hurt another on convictions’ behalf.
They I’ve hurt are persons to be loved, not objects to be used for my agenda.
I am a person to be loved, not an object to be used for your agenda.
And would not use begin to cease if we refused to accept it?