After all, this is a place where I write things. I have this little white box that welcomes me when I am alone at night, after I have finally finished work for the day.
I don't feel free.
What is freedom?
There are degrees, I suppose. I write this from a safe place compared to what I see in many parts of the world. But, I still feel like I'm not quite able to do what I want to do.
What do I want to do?
At the moment, it seems like an irrelevant question.
At the moment, I'm relaxed listening to music, reflecting on where I am in this moment.
To me, freedom is able to be able to capture these things, these meaningless words that make up a version of my memory of who I was.
But I don't feel free.
Challenge me.
But I don't feel free.
Challenge me.
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I didn't really finish this article. I don't know what to say. I have to limit what I say in public, and it kills me. I feel like I'm holding myself back so I can keep a job, stay in a career.
But, this song makes me want to push away from that security and see what happens. Every time I hear it, I'm reminded that I was young once, I'm still young now, but that will soon be over and I'll have missed any opportunity to launch into a new way of living and being.
I'm living the life of a ghost right now. I'm going through the motions.
Now twist away... now twist and shout... Unlock the secret voice.
How do I do that?
How do I do anything?
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