I used to believe in freedom, but not anymore. I’m stuck in this life, as if I ever decided anything, how any of it was going to go. I made choices, I changed direction but not the outcome. I’m still me.
Does freedom exist, or just the lack of it? Do I exist, or just existence without me? All this was going to happen anyway, did I make a difference. Can I still?
How could I dare to be more than the unit of human I was born into, more than my experience, more than the thoughts in my head and my interactions with all this stuff.