I used to have freedom, but in it I was longing. And now I feel fulfilled. But I have become a prisoner. Yet I think I was a prisoner all along....just that now I am a happier prisoner. Now I share my prison cell with someone else, and maybe I feel the restrictions more because I have tasted more freedom. Or maybe its because I will always yearn for what I have not.
One begins to wonder if its better to have everything you desire and sacrifice some freedom or to become noble and not let anything stand in the way of personal freedom. Wars have been fought over the aspect of freedom yet in our daily lives we let it slip away. Meaningless....
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