What does freedom mean to you?

I was in the middle of writing another post, trying to write more. When I saw this prompt and I couldn’t leave it alone.

I want to give myself more time to think about this, but I’m afraid that will not be good. If I think too much about freedom, I may dwell too much on the freedom I do not have.

Freedom, I suppose, means being able to make your own decisions. That is one definition of freedom.

As a disabled person, I am not allowed to blindly do this. I can make some decisions sure, more than those in the same situation previously would have had.

But I do not have total freedom to do what I want when I want to do it. As doing what I want almost always involves the help of others. Apart from maybe writing.

Writing is perhaps one element of my life, one freedom I am able to enter into alone.

So the freedom, that is within reach to me, which is in itself a contradictory statement. Is to write.

And the freedom I wish I had, will be left alone, for another day.