Maybe tomorrow.

Being free. Sounds funny. We are free. Are we, really? For me, freedom is to do what you want, to go where you want, do be with whom you want. At least that. Or to be free of doubts in yourself, to be free of debts, to be free of negative patterns. Or maybe to be free of life society expects you to live.

Never ending thinking about freedom, free will, choices. So much going on in my mind lately. So hard to put in words or even write them down.

Maybe I’ll write about that some other day. Tomorrow. Maybe.

A very unproductive day No. 57 of my 100 Days of Writing Challenge.