Freedom.
Freedom is beautiful.
Freedom is the bright shining faces of toddlers running around in the yard.
Freedom is the bed of flowers in your garden.
Freedom is running up two flights of stairs to one of the seven bedrooms in your house, or walking past the living room to the only bedroom in your house.
Freedom is creating your own company.
Freedom is buying the car of your dreams since you were a little kid.
Freedom is shoveling the snow to the right side of your driveway because you do not like that neighbor.
Freedom is coming home to your new born baby and wife after a hard day at work.
Freedom is not working a day in your life but being wealthy.
Freedom is working 8-5 until the day that you die, but barely being able to pay rent.
Freedom is being overseas fighting for the ones you love back home.
Freedom isn’t free.