Random Outburst of Freedom
1:06 AMAny time from now, I will be wading again in the pond of requirements. Though I care less about the pressure, I still felt lost in the ...
1:06 AM
Any time from now, I will be wading again in the pond of requirements.
Though I care less about the pressure, I still felt lost in the middle of all
of these.
While there is a need to prove my worth at work, to do more than what
is required, and to regain back the initial trust my boss gave me on my first
day, I am stuck in nothingness feeling sick. I am wondering what would freedom
felt like had I have it in me. Up to some extent, I am free but to a noticeable
and dominant aspect of my life, I know I am not.
So probably, I will just imagine what freedom is for. It would be a
waste if a throw my tantrums again on this white sheet and wallow on the
negativity of my brain. I need to rise above! I need to be somewhere better.
Freedom is not only doing what you want but a state where happiness is
accessible regardless of time and conditions. Freedom for me is waking up every
morning without rushing to the bathroom because somebody needs to take his
turn. Freedom is sitting on a table for a breakfast with my family; and not
scavenging on convenient store’s bread with the same fillings. Freedom is
enjoying a cup of coffee with my loved ones while eating a sumptuous breakfast
of sunny-side egg, tomatoes, bacon, fried rice, dried fish, tapa, and pandesal. Freedom is talking to my parents and siblings and taking
all our time over the breakfast.
Freedom is pursuing a passion without someone dictating you what to do
and how to get things done. Probably that would mean no boss, no structure, no
8-6pm work hours. It is being comfortable at the same time challenge to give my
best at every situation without the fear of failure and getting fired. It is working on a project I am massively
passionate with. Freedom is when the atmosphere is not tainted with negative
vibes and air of awkwardness.
Freedom is sleeping after lunch and waking up in the afternoon feeling
it was 6am. It is strolling around the local market for fresh seafood to be
cooked for dinner. Freedom is starring at the window while watching the rain
and how children enjoy the glorious moment of their childhood.
Freedom is waiting for a tricycle to climb our remote area in a subtle
hot afternoon. Freedom is browsing through the local book shop, standing there
for an hour and half without any purchase. It is seeing your good friends on
random meet ups with some bottles of beer.
Freedom is a cup of coffee at Dunkin Donuts. It is the serenity of a
hot afternoon celebrating one’s solitude.
I always equate travelling to freedom. Those moments inside the bus,
while I watch the green fields drift fast from my rear to back, are the purest
forms of liberty. It’s like transcending what is here and now into a state
higher than and bigger than me.
I could go on a day and fill this post with what's Freedom for me but I'd like to stop here for you to imagine what is freedom for you and if you are living with it.







