I was a teen in the late sixties. So many song and movies of that era lauded 'freedom.' I remember thinking even then that I had never been free. I carry the chains within me always. Some are lovingly bound around my heart such as those linking me to my family. Others are lead in my mind that distort and warp my perception of my worthiness. There are those that are fundamental in reality that in order to provide food and shelter for myself, I had to earn a living. Then I have the good Catholic-school binders that were branded into my definition of a good conscious during my first-communion. There are other steel links that are constantly being added.
My definition of self freedom is not carrying around self-created concrete weights constructed during my internal struggles and conflicts. I imagine self freedom to be like a kite flying in nice breeze off the bay where the wind would joyfully and playfully lift me into its arms. I would feel as light as a baby's contented sigh and as cherished as Juliet in Romero's arms. I would be both the kite and the handler sitting lazy and utterly content on the ground allowing the wind and kite to dance without restraint. I ache with hunger for even a few micro-seconds of this elusive sensation.
I am afraid that freedom in my world is like that defined by Janis Joplin, "Freedom is just another word for nothing left to loose."