Freedom

At some point in my life I came to think that freedom is the power to deal with your demons. Accepting the truth. Admitting that you are wrong or that you are unhappy.

I believe that freedom is strongly dependent on courage. I've been looking around for a while now and I've seen quite a bit of things that are not the way they are supposed to be.

Relationships that last just out of sheer cowardice and fear, people who pose just because that is the politically correct thing or help others because that would look good for them. There are so many examples.

Nowadays we are just freaking posers. We are so wearing masks, some of us just one, others a great many. We might pretend we do it for protection, to defend our real selves against a predator world, but I think the truth beneath is that we are simply afraid. Afraid to show ourselves to the others just the way we are: weak, greedy, childish, crazy, moody, selfish.

Masks cost us our courage. It takes so much more to show ourselves to the world as we are and not give a damn about what it has to say about it. Anyone who has got the guts to do that is truly free.