The Taste of Freedom

“I need to hear [The Star Spangled Banner] like our fore-fathers heard it, I am tired of the National Anthem being nothing but a chore, you need to play it like you know what freedom tastes like.”

A new born child spends the first 18 years of his or her life either being told what to do or being lied to. Adults are to lazy to use other form of communication. Everyone does as they are told because it is programmed into their minds that it is “best for them,” while the few who stray from the path are labeled delinquents and have their futures stripped from them.One of the first things that children learn in school is that grades come before knowledge. Only a few select number of young and spry teachers are brave enough to take on the system.

This is why it was such a surprise to me, when I was approached by my teacher to play the national anthem at my graduation. The thought of it just seemed so unconventional, so dirty. There were plenty of people who could have sung it. But he told me that he didn't want to hear some mediocre, self righteous, stuck-up bitch sing it for the 15th year in a row. He told me that he wanted to hear the national anthem the way he heard it was supposed to be heard, “I need to hear [The Star Spangled Banner] like our fore-fathers heard it, I am tired of the National Anthem being nothing but a chore, you need to play it like you know what freedom tastes like.”

From the day he told me ‘til the morning of my graduation, I practiced that song. This is how it turned out.


As the final notes rang out I finally caught the whiff of what my teacher was talking about. Forever my life would be split into two parts. It became clear to me what my dream was. I had tasted freedom.

I firmly believe that it is a person’s duty to his or herself to leave a legacy that they are proud of on this earth. You only have one hundred years to ensure that you are remembered for eternity. A legacy is made up of one million parts and each of those parts should be something to be proud of.

This performance will amount to an “It was cooler last year, some dude played the guitar,” but that is good enough for me.

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