Most of us have forgotten. Forgotten how we got here. Forgotten what it took. There was a time when the world was ruled by kings and popes and crowns made of blood. People lived and died by orders they didn’t give and oaths they never chose. They were taxed, conscripted, silenced, and told to kneel — not because they had sinned, but because they were born. And when some of them left — sailing west toward the unknown — they weren’t chasing dreams. They were chasing escape. They didn’t know what they would find… but they knew what they had to leave behind. The land was wild. The winters were cruel. And no king came to save them. So they saved themselves. They built cabins with their hands. They buried children they loved. They carved out farms, friendships, and new rules. That was the beginning. Of America. Of independence. Of a people learning, for the first time, what it meant to live without a master. But today… We scroll. We post. We rage. We take our voice for granted like it’s a birthright — and forget that, once, it would have gotten you hanged. We spit on our flag. Mock the idea of duty. Talk about rights without ever asking where they came from. We have become arrogant. Forgetful. Comfortable. And if we forget what it took to become free, we might not notice when we stop being free. Freedom isn’t perfect. It’s messy. Risky. Loud. But it’s still ours — and it didn’t come easy. So before you rage, before you sleep, Before you hit “share” — remember: Someone once starved, bled, or died so you could speak your mind. This is Freedom Sweet. Where we remember. Where we rise. 🛡️ Post freely. Speak boldly. Earn it again.