We often hear people talking about how we have the freedom to do things and go places but that's just an illusion; wherever we go, whatever we do there will always be rules. Consequences. People talk about the birds. Asking questions. Have you ever seen the same bird twice? How do you know if you have? Where has it just come from? That is freedom. Birds have freedom. No laws. No rules. Just a sense of peacefulness and tranquillity. That's what freedom is so no-one is ever really free. There will always be rules.
Freedom is the right to choose whose slave you wish to be, who you will bend over backwards for, who you will do anything for. Is love freedome, do we really have the choice with who we love or are we just a slave to love, with no control over who we love and when we fall in love with them.
Is freedom just being able to have the choice to express who you really are without the fear of being judged, without being reprimanded. Is really just a coincidence that people taint their delicate skin with tattoos of birds, waves, feathers? What they wish to have. What everyone's subconscious minds yearn for. Freedom.
