Freedom has different dimensions for different people.It is a very emotional term for those who have experienced captivity. And by captivity , I just dont mean slavery, it’s the imprisonment of thoughts,of actions,of expression,of attire, of long lineage of traditions which are being followed illogically ,of superstitious,of each and everything that is yet to see a day break, that is yet to breathe in fresh air.
For me freedom is waking up in the morning afresh,fearless, free from the fear of being late for office or household chores where your boss or mother in law are waiting to screw you the minute yoy shpw up. For me freedom is when you are free to express what you feel is right, free to choose your lifestyle,free to put across an opinion , freedom of not knowing things and still being ok with that.You may not have a view on every aspect of life but whatever you have, freedom to enjoy it ,even if it’s like being childish when you are a broke.Freedom for me is more importantly found in our daily routine and daily chores rather than making it a once in while thing.
But the sad part is, this freedom will never be served to you,you will never be entitled to any of these by itself.There will always be people around to judge you for your choice of clothes, thoughts, expressions. The only way you can enjoy freedom is stand up for yourself. You may find it really hard, tears might trickle down your cheeks as well but it will competely be worth it. We have got one life, why not spend it with our self-found freedom.