What does freedom mean to you?
I’m a girl, 21 years of age, living independently. I can go outside anytime I want, go back home on any day of the year. I can do anything I want.
My friend told me I have so much freedom in my pocket. But when I’m alone in my room, staring at my white ceiling as I think about life, sometimes I do question that freedom. I can eat anytime I want, hang out with my friends at any moment, have fun whenever—without anyone to stop or scold me.
No one to check on my studies, whether I sleep so late—watching video, playing games. Just none. I am here doing anything I want.
Oftentimes, I’d ask myself. Is this really freedom or loneliness?
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