Oh how often people say it is not about money, not about people, not about this or that, forgetting, that for some people a problem has another definition.
Somehow humans forgot about differences.
Forget about freedom of disliking things, places, people…
Do we still have freedom?
I mean at least some of it?
Or maybe we are the one who…
… gave it up?
I do not know.
I try to be free! Free inside, free outside, but also not harming freedom of others.
And I fail.
At least trees get me.
Still… are they free?
Or maybe freedom is something mythical?