Wild hearts find a home in every place they roam.

Freedom

What is the true meaning of freedom? Does everyone have the same freedom and the same feeling about that? Can humans even really feel free? Is that a state of mind?

I will not talk about political freedom. We all had a history in school and we all know that New Zealand was one of the first independent countries. I have been lucky enough to live in a free country (unfortunately not NZ :D). For me, freedom is a spiritual thing. To be me, to express my emotions, and to be in the moment. To be able to travel and explore all the world. Freedom comes with courage, you really have to stand up for yourself. You have to understand that is good to be you because everyone is made of such beautiful, specific details. The freedom is to be real and when we are real – that’s when we actually heal.

Freedom is being yourself without permission.

Maximum

Human life is made of choices. Yes or no, love or hate. If I have to choose to be in the middle or feel maximum I always choose maximum. I had a period where I felt basically nothing – not joy, not sadness, not happiness, just felt “normal” all the time. After some time I realized that I hate to be in the middle. I needed a change. So I started to push myself, to start feel again. I think I just had some kind of block. I was thinking – if I don’t feel anything no one can also hurt me. And then I understood that life doesn’t work like that. I have to accept pain and just let it hurt. It wasn’t easy, but after that, I was able to laugh again so hard that my tears came out. And believe me, that was the best!

If you’re losing the soul and you know it, then you’ve still got a soul left to lose.

Bukowski