Liberty is About Love

I resist being controlled by others. I think this has been part of me since birth.

Over time, that resistance became my comfort zone—because I am an only child.

Being an only child meant I never had to share. I didn’t grow up competing for my parents’ attention; I received it fully, all the time. As a result, my love languages are clear: words of affirmation, quality time, and physical touch.

Naturally, when I don’t receive these things, I don’t feel very loved.

Unfortunately, in the modern workplace, words of affirmation are rare—because performance is assumed. Productivity has replaced quality time. And physical touch? Well… that’s been outlawed as sexual harassment.

I don’t survive well in this modern, unnatural jungle.

My résumé reflects that. It’s full of short, two-year stints at a variety of companies and organizations. And it always starts the same way. The boss is warm and welcoming. The team is excited I’m there. My ego gets stroked with phrases like, “Having you here is going to be a real game changer for our organization.”

Early wins are celebrated while I’m training. Taking a lunch break isn’t a problem. Life is good. I briefly think to myself, This is it. The forever career.

Except—this isn’t the 1940s.

Forever careers at companies that genuinely care about you no longer exist.

Once the honeymoon ends, a stack of work that was never in the job description lands on your desk. You realize that the salary you agreed to—divided by the number of hours you’re actually expected to work—is… not great. “Some nights and weekends” quietly becomes every night and weekend, so go ahead and cross quality time off the list.

Those words of affirmation you heard during training? Gone.

That fun, idealistic boss from the interview—the one who welcomed feedback? She’s suddenly “too busy,” scheduling meetings where she repeats words like performance, duty, and chain of command. She quietly leaves Navy SEAL books on your desk, despite knowing the most physically demanding part of your day is the walk to your car.

Love is nowhere to be found.

Only job descriptions and standardized operating procedures.

If this sounds soul-crushing, that’s because it is.

Corporate America—despite having the word America in it—doesn’t feel American. There’s no American spirit, just rules and regulations. No fear of God, only fear of attorneys and results. Heaven forbid you have an original idea. Instead of appreciation, you’re met with jealousy, rivalry, and quiet contempt.

Say something about it and you’re not just terminated—you’re ghosted. Blackballed by job portals that are about as transparent as concrete.

There has to be a better system than this.

A system that values ideas.
A system where decisions are voted on.
A system where disagreements are resolved by councils instead of one person pushing an agenda.
A place where the freedom to create solutions isn’t merely tolerated—but cherished.

Friends, that system is democracy.

The greatest idea America ever produced—yet nowhere to be found in Corporate “America.”

Why?

Because a hierarchy isn't about love.

And liberty.... well it is.

Of course I wrote another song about this