The great freedom. The possibility to do what ever you want to do. Or not to do it. Boundless. Not caring about what others might think. Being free from the requirements an expectations others might have. Being free from the fear to fail. Very few people are that free, and I guess it is good the way it is. Because it‘s a fine line to walk. To fine to walk safely.
There are many left dreaming of this freedom and it‘s a great temptation. But most of the people are not independent enough to live it.
Freedom is lonely. We are nothing without the others. We are an image of what others say and think about us. All that‘s left of us are the stories people tell. And the dreams we grew inside their heads.
So we content our selfs with the faith that we could be free. If we wanted to.