Today someone asked me what I do in my free time, and I couldn’t answer.
This question is way tougher than how it initially suggests.
Suddenly I realized, the idea of free time hasn’t existed for me for a while now.
The idea of free time, when I don’t do what I normally do, is so strange. Because that implies I am not free doing what I am doing.
Or I am doing something meaningless to me
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This year, I found in me a single purpose that became the primary force behind all of my actions. So powerful, so fundamental, so true to heart that it fuels every single decision I made since. Feels like my life finally made sense.
It is either I am free all the time, or I am never truly free.