freedom of choice
In just a few hours, it's gonna be my birthday, and I'm here sitting on my balcony. Feels a bit weird because for the past years, I would be somewhere around the globe, alone, with myself, in a foreign city by myself. Actually, I just had a realization of how much my life has changed this past year. Remember, back then all I wanted was freedom. And I have two tattoos on me that represent that. And today, tonight, right this moment, I can feel it. The freedom that I craved for years. That I kept holding on to so tightly with every single breath. And today, I feel it. Freedom of choice. Back then, when I had nothing, I couldn't give people what they needed. My physical presence, money, help, things, physical time, physical effort, gifts, random "I'm here in front of your place" moments, things like that. Now? I can. I have my own car to go out anywhere I want, whenever I want. I have money to spend on people I care about. To treat my brother to food and things. ...
