The Price of Freedom is Priceless.

No, not even the riches of the world will ever bestow you with true freedom.

Personally I feel that I am not free – at all. I mean I felt the urge to justify myself after reading some of what I've written so far because well, I think I may have sounded like a pretentious ass, bigoted and narcissistic and I don’t like it. I’m not sure if I really am that kind of person and more importantly, how wise it is that I am sharing all of this to strangers. But to me you are not only strangers but imaginary friends - heroes and heroines, animals and magical creatures as well as villains - who only exist while I'm writing. Thing is, I feel compelled to express myself despite my paranoia.

Truth be told, I should not be feeling this way. I should not be feeling like a caged bird, whose wings have been clipped off and who is ignorant to whether or not it is on its own since it’s surrounded by a heavy, ominous darkness. Everything is dark and bleak but for its voice which breaks the silence.

Why can’t I break free?

Why are the iron bars of society so debilitating?

Why should I be a prisoner of other people’s mind?

Remember when you were a little kid and could run around naked if you could? I suppose we’re all a bit like Adam and Eve. When we’re young, we’re all happy and free - we’re all innocent and see the world through rose-coloured spectacles. But what happens when we eat the infamous apple – when we grow up? Do we have to learn to grow young? Do we have to stifle who we are just to be liked by others? 

Or is it just me?

You know, I do agree that society has an important role to play and whatnot. Y'know, so that there will be some order in society and so that chaos would not prevail, but why can’t some of us be less judgy?