Boundaries of a Free Life

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I used to think freedom was a vast open field An endless horizon with no fences no paths and no signs The ultimate goal was to run through that field with my arms wide open, completely untethered answering to no one and nothing but my own whims. It’s a romantic image isn’t it? But the older I get, the more I realize that kind of boundless space isn't freedom It’s a beautiful form of chaos It’s being lost without a compass, I’ve learned that true freedom isn’t the absence of fences but It’s the ability to build your own to mark the garden where you choose to grow.

Think about it like a river which is one of the most powerful forces on earth It can carve through rock and shape entire landscapes But it’s only powerful because it has banks and Without those boundaries it wouldn’t be a mighty river it would be a flood a stagnant puddle losing all its direction and force.

My life started to feel more intentional when I began to see my obligations my routines, and even my limitations not as chains but as those riverbanks. The daily discipline of my work That’s not a cage keeping me from sleeping in it’s the structure that finances my adventures and secures my peace of mind. The commitments to my family and community They aren’t weights holding me down they are the deep roots that allow me to weather any storm knowing I’m not alone.