For me, Judaism offers freedom with purpose

Pesach (Chag HaMatzot — “Festival of Unleavened Bread”) is our annual jailbreak story. God smashes Pharaoh’s chains, and we stride into the desert with pockets full of matzah and heads full of possibility. Yet the Torah speaks of two kinds of liberty. Chofesh is release from oppression; cherut is the power to live by chosen ideals. Exodus gives us chofesh; the trek to Sinai is where cherut begins to bloom. 

Seven weeks, 49 days, one simple ritual: each evening we stood, blessed, and announced a number — “Today is day … of the Omer.” The Torah (Lev 23 :15–16) insists we count upward, not downward, teaching that genuine freedom grows in increments. Each night I paused and asked: How did I use today’s freedom? Did I move closer to purpose or drift back toward habit? 

For a season I kept a pocket notebook. Before bed I’d scrawl, “What did I choose intentionally today?” Five seconds of honesty can sting — especially when the answer is, “Scrolled my phone for an hour I can’t remember”.