I remember many years back when asked among their friends, which is the one and only thing they desire? Most say they will trade anything for money, some say love, while others have absolutely no clue on what to do with their life. I choose freedom, most of my friends are puzzled. It is like wishing for oxygen when oxygen is free, oxygen and death doesn’t make any sense until you’ve experienced a near death drowning situation.
What is freedom? And I said, I would rather be a millionaire with no worries than a billionaire with lots of ‘Court Cases’, you may own a big mansion but worry about being robbed, I would rather live in an average house with no worries. Money doesn’t buy you freedom, but freedom cannot be achieved without money either.
The question is, how much money does it take to gain your freedom? If the answer is as much money as you can earn, then I have bad news for you, money doesn’t work for you, you work for money – you’re a slave for money.
Anyway, there’s a poem by Lermontov that keeps going around in my head, about a prisoner who finally achieves some happiness when he succeeds in releasing a bird from its cage. The most important thing in life is to chase for freedom, freedom to choose, freedom to associate, freedom from worries, freedom of speech, freedom of expression, religious freedom…
Those who do not move, do not notice their chains. – Rosa Luxemberg
The hardest prison to escape is your mind.
Freedom is being you, without anyone’s permission.
Doing what you like is freedom. Liking what you do is happiness.
What then is freedom? The power to live as one wishes. – Marcus Tullius Cicero