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I feel the happiest when I’m the most liberated. Liberation to me means a labour free breath. A forehead with no tightness. Where it feels as if I’m floating in the direction of my free will instead of logic or other restraints nudging me in that direction, as it would be quicker, or this direction, as it would be emptier, or that, as it would be greener, or cleaner, or include my favourite store on the way, etc. It basically means that I can turn whichever direction, whenever I feel like or take as many or as little steps as I want, without a mental calculation or explanation. When I find myself exploring unexplored territories without fear, I taste this. True liberation. It’s then, that I truly breathe deeply and absorb it all in. My true sense of being present. Of simply being.
