I had asked myself what freedom really is. I was seeking answers. I now realise that I am really close to the answer. It is the ability to truly admire own spirit. No matter what people see you as, it is you who really know who you are. You know where you have disappointed yourself and where you have triumphed. When you with your full senses and your own scales of right and wrong realise that you can respect yourself for what you have been, You are free.
This respect comes from knowledge that you have been roughed up in every means possible and your conscience and beliefs are intact. It comes from the desire to continue your drive towards excellence without bothering about how foolish you or your acts may seem to the outside world. It comes from the belief that the future may not hold any demons that your free spirit may not match up to.
Random unedited thoughts. Yes the freedom theme continues. Sorry for the aberrant rants of frustration in between. The blog is meant only for poetry, philosophy and colours.