I Choose the Road I Walk

Nothing would bother me more than after months of taking the same route to work or school or even the market that one day I wanted to change things up and was informed, "Sorry, that is not allowed."

Something as simple as making choice as to how I would get from point A to point B is denied. I cannot even begin to imagine a directive from another telling me what I can or cannot do, as long as it is not harmful to myself or others.

I can't even imagine driving somewhere and being pulled over by a police officer and because I get into an argument he decides to confiscate my possessions including my car and says he suspected everything I had was drug related and I can't get these things back. The authorities would own them through "search and seizure." How preposterous that even sounds. Must be fiction.

My freedom to be who I am, how I think, who I like or dislike, where I go, and what I do are my freedoms, and as long as they are not intentionally hurting another, they are the most valuable possessions I/we have.