In which moments do you feel freedom the most?

Love and Freedom.

The more conditions are tied to each, the harder it becomes to feel it. While you can not force either of them to be there or show up or stay. Holding on doesn’t keep it there.

Anywhere I am, I can feel that freedom. As much as I can construct a prison around myself in the most beautiful places on earth.

The rainfall came unexpected. My white shirt is drenched within seconds, I didn’t dress up for a summer storm. Gray clouds, almost black, thunder is growling. A few things I have to do, prepare my work place for the next few weeks, talk to a few people, I am in the City I know best, because I grew up in here. Most corners are familiar. The activities I am about to undergo aren’t exactly of intrinsic value. Even though I enjoy the work I do a lot. The rain falls heavy just when I have to cycle back these few kilometres, not many, but enough to feel the uncomfortable wet and cold of heavens water.
All of it doesn’t get to me. The rain in my face, I open my eyes and see all that sky before me. The green hills transforming into an almost mountain as I cross the bridge over the motorway. So much beauty in that place I have seen a million times. A big smile across my face, I couldn’t hide, even if I wanted to. In that moment I know, I can do any thing with this life, I only have one. Where will I be at the end of this year? I have no idea, everything is possible, again.
That wave of freedom is strong enough to sweep away all the Gray faces, all the sombre memories of these places. And I can feel it, I feel it here in the familiar, in the middle of the rain, as much as I felt it in the Desert or in the Turkish mountains: Free and alive every inch of my body.

For so long I tied that freedom onto outer circumstances. Where I was, with who… and mainly on how many kilometres separated me from my place of birth.

It is like my freedom became subject to a condition measured in numbers, measured in kilometres.

It’s a feeling, it comes from within. When you think about it, really, there should be no situation you couldn’t feel free in.

Still we associate freedom with outer circumstances. On a journey, out in the world with no ties to any place or responsibility. On a mountain peak or in the middle of nowhere.

But really it is only about yourself.

Being squished into a full Bus at 6am on the way to work or hiking through the Himalayas, it is the same.

In which moments do you feel freedom the most?

Cheers for stopping by, have a great week!

All photos and words are owned by ©kesityu taken and written by myself.