Freedom
I was recently asked the question… “what is freedom to you?”. My reply….”the absence of tension”.
As I sit through another airport wait, tension levels raised from a week of overlong business meetings, I’m reflecting on this question again. The life choices I’ve made in the past and where they have me now. Refining new aims with a view toward brighter horizons.
I know I’m not unique in my attraction to “freedom”. “Stress”, whatever that means, is apparently the new epidemic. Warnings of a “mental health” crises. Economic pyramid schemes collapsing resulting in reductions to living standards. Lies to justify the situation coming from supposed shepherds of our social systems.
Posters in my head office bathroom display numbers to call if I’m feeling blue. Which, I’m sure, adorn many of the fluorescent lit, caffeine fuelled corporate prison cells in cities across the world. I can’t help but feel it’s an oafish attempt at being human. Or at worst a sick joke; bosses with a mocking helping hand extended to employees, while at the same time trampling them with unrealistic demands.
But, in a world of smoke and mirrors I know there are things that can be trusted. The whale breaching above the waves. The turtle popping up for air. The bird scouting the shoreline for food. The rumbling pulse of waves on a beach. The intimacy of a lover under a sparkling night sky.
Trust is surety. It is safety. It’s freedom.
Double Island Point - Cooloola Wilderness Area