Yesterday was “Independence” Day.
Becky and I took a 40-mile bike ride together. Appropriate for the holiday, because I feel about as independent on my bike as anywhere I can be. When I ride I feel completely free.
My “independence,” however, only happens because other people work for it. Becky pumps my tires and helps me on and off the bike. Several friends do repairs and routine maintenance.
Turns out my independence depends on others.
Most freedom works like that. We might like to pretend we’re the rugged individual, the self-made person, but it’s an illusion. We were created by a community to live in community, and most of what looks like independence exists only through the sweat and sacrifice of others.
It’s good to feel free, and it’s good to celebrate that freedom. Important, though, to remember and celebrate those who made it possible.