I’ve often wondered if freedom is nothing but a state of mind, a feeling, and not something that’s really tangible.

When I imagine freedom I imagine the feeling of being free.  The state my mind and body is in.  Relaxed, and not being urged to do anything but enjoy what’s around me.

While sitting in the office I’ll often look out the window towards the trees, noticing the sun’s orange glow reflecting off the leaves, seeing the deep blue sky as the leaves part in the wind.  While doing this I imagine the feeling of the sun on my skin, and transport myself to a state where nothing is wanted of me, where there are no plans, no needs, and no desires.  It’s during moments like these that I feel free.