Free Until You Decide
I try to write everyday. I force myself to. Sort of. Sometimes I have cheat days, just like chubby girls do. The only one I cheat is myself.
I like to believe I'm free. The concept is great. The simple thought is somewhat beautiful. I think I'm free.
Today I had no idea what to write about. I thought of something I like. I chose freedom among many others.
Now I'm sitting down and thinking. What could I write on freedom for this daily feed I have created, and forced upon myself?
In deciding to write, I took away the possibility of doing everything else. I confiscated the actual freedom I did have, and chose to speak about it in this post.
I enslaved myself to write, lost my freedom, chose to speak about the freedom I lost and freed myself.
Life is an irony.
But now I'm freed.