As I walk the streets this day a symbol is forced upon me. The poppy. As I scan the various social networking sites a symbol is forced upon me. The poppy. As commercials interrupt the television programs I am watching, a symbol is forced upon me. The poppy. As I enter and exit the grocery store a symbol is forced upon me. The poppy.
I will not wear a poppy. I never have. I never will. Does anyone else have a problem with the term “fought for our freedom?” It doesn’t make sense. The death and destruction of another life to preserve the “freedom” of another. At what point did the term “freedom” gain the definition “get what I want”? Who is the grand decider of freedom? How can one’s freedom be traded for another’s?
Every year everyone starts wearing the poppy and thinking about lives lost, and the travesties of war and so on and so forth. Remembering as it were. What is it that we are remembering? Pain. Death. Destruction. Political travesties. Children without fathers. Wives without husbands. Parents without children. And what is it for? Freedom?
I have a personal idea of freedom. It involves a much greater symbol than the poppy. It is something that doesn’t need to be fought for. It is, in fact the opposite of fighting.
It is time to forget the poppy. It is time to move on. Remember your grandfathers. Remember your great grandfathers. Do not symbolize it with a flower. Remember it by the symbol they would want you to. By the symbol they hoped to accomplish.
It is time for a new symbol. For now. Forever.