Sweet Space of Freedom

Freedom is universally wished by many people -- the idea of truly walking your own path. Becoming your true authentic self without worrying about society tends to be a thought that crosses most people's mind at least once. In fact, many people go through society and its norms for a good part of their lives, somewhere hoping how society will eventually give them the permission to live the dream. Some people find this in marriage, others in work upheld by society and them. However, the idea of ultimate freedom is often not understood well if you haven't witnessed such an existence in its full purity, that is when everyone you once used to converse with really leave. This may be for harmless circumstantial reasons and initially the freedom may even feel refreshingly alright.

From a social distance, I have also seen people leave close relationships to get the so-called space of freedom to know themselves better, to know the world better. Because I know about being alone in a somewhat free space for over a decade, I have been able to gather one clear understanding about such freedom -- it has little value if you don't have a zone of return. A ship without an anchor, a bird without a tree, so to speak.

The freedom we often yearn for in early years of life is imagined by us in busy closely guided social spaces, when we find ourselves amidst roles and norms not made by us, only made for us. True freedom, in my observation is found by people who can go out there to conquer the vast ocean, the unending road, metaphorically speaking, and then eventually have a place called home, in any human or physical form -- a place where they can live and die peacefully. The happy space of freedom is not away from people, it's near people who know when you want to be alone and when you want to be free together.