Freedom

It's the way the wind whips through my hair.  The bass pounds; it's louder than it probably should be.  The road stretches out before me, a path to limitless possibility.  I am speeding, and I am one with the car.  We, together, are going to go far.  It's cliche, but a cliche has never felt so good.

It is freedom.  If I had to name this feeling, that is the exact name that I would give it.  Freedom. It's such a beautiful word, and it's an even more beautiful feeling.  I am not tied down, I am not enslaved. I am not imprisoned.  I am free.  I am free to go as far as a full tank of gas can take me. I am free to stay as long as it takes for my mind to churn through all that it contains.  I am free to feel alive. It is amazing to feel alive.

I am aware that I am allowed to love and be loved. I am aware that I can think for myself. I am aware that I can believe the very internal beliefs I have, without being afraid. I am aware that I am free.  

The sun is setting.  I have always appreciated sunsets, but they speak to me now, in ways they never had before.  Now I am truly aware of the fact that this time, this life, this moment is beautiful, and is meant to be savored.