Happiness only real when shared

 


“Happiness only real when shared”



If I was looking back then to my middle-teen age year, I was a kind of a girl who wanna be looking quirky enough to be my own main character in my life journey. I always wanna be free, spread my wings, and go everywhere I want. Having my own perception of life, living alone, and having a place that I owned myself. 


I’d be feeling stuck if I stay at home all day, I don’t even care about my family either. It was just the energy inside my body that was telling me to run and explore the world. My dream was traveling and getting lost while trying to find a small place that I would call home.


And then I got lost.


I really got lost. Drowning in my own problem that actually was created by my own mind. It was full of loneliness and desperation of longing inside my soul. I felt like I had no one in this world, nor even myself. I don’t know where I was, what I want, and who I'll become. 


At first, I thought I was missing something. Maybe feelings should be shared with others. Maybe life is more than just looking inside the soul but to encourage others and finding joy in sharing with people. So I go home, talk a lot with my parents about how my life is going lately. Teach my little brother’s homework and baking with my sister. I also called my friend. And I suddenly realize that I've already been home for such a long time. I just never knew it, maybe it’s because I was too busy finding my home and trying to run away under the guise of ‘freedom’ that I was always looking for.


So what real freedom is? Can one really ever be completely free? and what is your perception of freedom?

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