It's good to be free.

Control. Oppression. Rules. Constraint. None of these things feel good.

They take away, they add to someone else's agenda.

They don't feel good.

Your body tells you to shed them. It feels constricted, restricted. Even the words themselves evoke a sense of capture, of struggle and restriction.

If this was only about external factors, if life was simply about the material then this would be the end of it.

But it's not. The hostage who survives an ordeal. The political prisoner who breaks free despite being held. The psychologically suffocated child who discovers a means to express himself. All illustrations of the veneer-thin hold of the material.

To go beyond, is perhaps to recognise that freedom resides on a different plane. It's not of the same thing.

It's free to be. And it's good to be free.