
freedom is a state of mind.
you could be trapped inside your house in a rainstorm, hearing the wind roar and whip, but still, have a smile on your face.
you could be sitting at a desk or a cubicle for hours a day, typing and writing and printing, smiling at your fellow colleagues but still looking forward to tomorrow.
you could walk through the streets of the busy city, hearing people shout out you, look at you with a glare, but still love yourself the way you are.
freedom is being who you are, wherever you are, and letting go of what others have to say.




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