Are we really free?

Posted by in Freedom, Life, Travel

We have been talking a lot about perspective lately. I guess this island life of ours is doing its job and throwing our minds into a lovely spin of all things new. Just like we wanted…

Last week I was talking to a good friend via Skype, and she asked me what the favorite part was of my new life.

I found it hard to answer, for some odd reason. Thoughts raced by. Was I really happier now? Wasn’t I happy before…. Not that I was always satisfied with my life situation, but I was still happy, underneath it all.

I love how we are more free, I finally said.

You were free also before, my friend replied.

True.

What makes me think I’m more free now? Except my perception. In very many ways I’m much more limited now. I work longer hours, I have far less time for myself, let alone for my partner (although we are together all day…), and I pretty much stay in one spot all of my days. Where would I go? This island is so small that the options are getting limited, and since we are working 12-14hrs a day, 7 days a week, when would I go?

Surely this would feel like a prison to very many.

Yet I feel free and liberated. More free than before, when I actually could leave my job and have a private life. Before I had weekends and holidays. Now I have one big Life that feels free, against all odds.

So there I was again, confronted with perception and the fact that it is pretty much the only thing standing between you and your freedom. Again I realize the same old fact I always realize while traveling – you take yourself with you. Your environment may change, but don’t think it will change everything about you with it, cause it won’t.

I guess my feelings of freedom are coming from finally doing only things that I love, things that make me happy and give me energy. Living a life so small and isolated, and at the same time so adventurous and new.