One might say, freedom is to do whatever you fancy. Acting with your full agency. Not only being able to decide but having to decide, as time never stops. Not only facing the consequences but being responsible for them. Dragging your flesh through the infinite diverging paths, hoping you'll get to somewhere. Somewhere free.
Wait. Weren't you already free?
What is freedom really? Is it even fair to be perceived as free in this society when it brings the obligation to comform? Even then, you're judged. By others. By yourself. Cause you had to know better. You had to do better.
It's hard to be free. It's heavy. Makes you want the world to stop.
If you're one of those looking for a way out of this, I'm here.
To do the thinking when you can't.
To do the judgment when you can't.
To liberate you from freedom, just for a little bit.
Only if you want it, freely.
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