cheers, Sty.

I don’ think I do.

I’m not sure how to measure it, you know? One could obviously and considerately argue that my ability to choose my own friends, work, house, etc. are marks of freedom. Or that when I want a cookie, I can go get that cookie. I can’t easily disagree.

In actuality, no one is telling me what to do. As far as options go, I have them all (mostly). And this is what is so frustrating to me. I imagine our grandparents or great-grandparents coming to America, and living in terrible conditions, and wanting more than anything to give their children better options. And then there were wars, and the next generation wanted more than anything to give their children more and better options. And here we are, standing in the widest open space paved by our ancestors, and mostly all I can think about is, “well, now what?”