The unfortunate truth, for me, is that humans need other humans to be fully human. And while the discovery of what is wild in the self is essential, often through time and experience in the physical wilderness, it seems antithetical to what is human to stay there, perpetually. And so, in most cases, one must return to other humans and a kind of interdependency required for living that is, by its very nature, not the equivalent of freedom and it never can be. The alternative - to need no one and nothing, and thus not be needed - is harder to bear.
Which is to say, freedom might mean different things to different people. One person’s freedom might be another person’s jail. Freedom might move, might be a dynamic understanding, might be related to knowing what is enough. It is hard to know what is true for someone without asking them. It is hard to know what is true for oneself without inquiry.
I use creative non-fiction, autobiographical fiction, and poetry to communicate, connect, and understand.