Freedom?

May I be so bold as to say that there is no such thing as freedom? Or rather true and absolute freedom as a state of being.

It always seems that once a person is liberated from one form of containment, it’s just to fall directly into another. A man who leaves his family is free from the obligation and the stress but the soon after he’s answering to his loneliness and guilt. A child who grows into an adult and is freed from their parent’s home is suddenly a slave to finances, job security, education, what have you.

I guess that this is seems like a depressing statement, but it doesn’t have to be. It’s just that the abstract concept of freedom is hard for me to wrap my head around. There’s no perfect solution to a problem, it’s just that one has to be wise enough to choose the more desirable of two loyalties.