The inherent beauty of freedom
I’ve begun to really start thinking about the concept of freedom. Is freedom a reality? Does it exist? Or is it simply an illusion that allows me think that I’m free to make my own choices?
It’s kinda creepy to think about because I get into this mental loop that if freedom is truely the ability to choose whatever I want, then freedom is simply an ability and not a state of mind. If freedom is living to do whatever I wish, freedom is still an ability. It doesn’t exist.
Freedom does not exist. It simply doesn’t. There are all these civil union groups that say “freedom of speech” and “freedom of thought” and they argue that one should have the right to say and think however they want without restriction. But isn’t the very fact that one can think whatever they want inherently restrictive? Isn’t the very notion of having a “freedom” undermining the notion of being able to think? If all you think of is “freedom of speech,” do you not think of other things?
Confusing isn’t it? Wrestle with that for a few hours and you’ll be where I’m at now…
The beauty of freedom. 
We spent a long time in one of my english classes this semster discussing how if you love anything at all, no matter how small, you are never free at all. Love means that that something holds a power over you.