What is freedom?
Is it standing by the ocean and letting the waves wash away the day's grime and disquiet ?
Is it drinking hot coffee curled up under a blanket, sitting on the terrace under the starlit night, street lights, whistling winds and rustling leaves keeping you company?
Is it standing atop a mountain, feeling the weight of the world lift up and disappear into the winds?
Is it jumping into a waterfall, eyes wide open, cannon ball stance, secretly dreading and desiring the big splash at the same time?
Whatever it is, it is worth having. And never worth the sacrifice.
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