I was thinking about freedom and animals.
All of these animals have been captured either to be used as pets or food. The living ones are thinking about how to escape from their captivity.
Every living thing on this planet desires freedom. Few of us are really free. Sometimes I think the homeless person on the street is the freest.
Yeah, I know you are going to retire and then live your life. Travel the world and live the way you always wanted to…. Free. God, I hope you make it!!!
What is the pleasure of having a bird in a cage? There is nothing pleasurable about staring at a bird in a cage to me.
Passports, visas, border crossings, allotted travel time in country, luggage checks, fingerprints, photo ids…etc.
Sometimes I think the traveler is no freer than the caged bird.
Even when we die, they try and put us in a box and bury us in a rectangular hole in the ground. Pump our veins with embalming fluid so we can’t rot.
Freedom is just a state of mind. It’s a word. It’s everything.
Freedom is death. Eventually we will be free.
