What does it mean to live free?
I got married young. Everybody told me not to, but I was a stubborn little shit. He was a good man, but he wanted a wife that I couldn’t be. Those years ripped at my heart, constantly split between two lives, two identities, two souls never at peace. I could never find completion. It wrecked me.
At twenty-seven, I found myself abandoning a marriage, broken and godless.
We’re told that once we make a decision, we’ve got to commit to it; that as humans, it’s our responsibility to see things through. I personally think that advice is total garbage. We are ever-changing beings; we aren’t built to stay the same. We evolve. We change our hairstyles. We change our careers. We change our partners. We change our minds. Our suffering is due to a lack of harmony between what we want and what we choose.
I left a life that wasn’t serving me and decided to create one that allowed me to breathe; a life that’s permitted to change and evolve day by day; a life that shows no judgement towards itself or other lives; a life full of mistakes that aren’t condemned; a life of honesty and vulnerability; a life that’s true to ME; a life of livin’ free.