Un fel de libertate…

Am crezut atat de mult timp ca libertatea inseamna uneori fuga, evadare, abilitatea de a te “debarasa” de ceea ce nu mai vrei sau nu mai poti sa duci.

Dupa mult timp, mi-am dat seama ca lucrurile de care fugim sunt intotdeauna cu noi, oriunde fugim, oricat de mult timp fugim. Si atunci, daca avem curaj, le imbratisam cu toata puterea  si le lasam sa faca parte din noi, chiar daca dor sau nu.

My freedom? The ability to wear my “scars”, my feelings, my soul and my heart with pride, without ever running away from them. My heart will always define me and to my very last day, I will follow it because I always know it leads me… “home”.

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    Sorin said,

    Frumos… un articol despre libertate pe imnul libertatii. Scurt si foarte direct.
    Libertatea-i mult mai mare ;d


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