There’s a freedom out there in the cold. Outside the comfort of your home. The smells of brisk outdoors among your nature’s web and neighbors cooking.
There’s a freedom in the excess dessert aisle’s. Knowing you can go out and indulge in whatever you see fit.
There’s even a freedom at your job once you don’t mind the overtime. Knowing you have a place to be and something to do for eight or ten hours.
There’s a freedom in the endless night of winter. Staying up late or falling asleep early. You have the weekend? What a time to be alive. Stay awake until your eyelids get heavy. Invite your friends and family over. Be nice and cozy or boring until something happens or wells up.
There’s a freedom at the bar, in not knowing anybody or knowing everybody.
There’s a freedom in education to be moving forward or teaching others.
There’s a freedom. At least in this dimension to get to know mankind, humanity, your place in it, or even the freedom to be alone, wishing for someone there and making the best until another day springs up with that sunrise.
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