The path towards freedom…
I realized if my life biography were to have a title… it would be called “the path towards freedom”… it sounds very synonymous to JP Sartre’s road to freedom. Yet I find a path much for free than a road. A road reminds me of black cement, man made, yellow dashed highway, baking in the hot sun. That stresses me out… I don’t want to be on a road where I can be hit by a speeding vehicle too. A path sounds more green and in nature. Trees, maybe some light gravel but, that of which doesn’t hurt or unbalance any type of shoe you’d wear. There is more freedom in a wondering path, there is not really any real sense of direction where it may lead, A road almost always has a predetermined destination. The path to freedom is a place where google maps cannot find, yet a path that meanders anywhere it pleases and leads you to an unknown destination no other has travelled yet a destination you were meant to travel on, yet never arrive at.
