Freedom

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What do you do to feel free?

I ride a motorbike, drive a car faster than the legal limit and have sex with a beautiful woman... You?
 
I secrete cloudy-white fluids into the nearest non-soiled tissue paper whilst posting terrible things on the internet.
 
i bodyboard , have a science style and a pair of fins and if i miss a few days get withdrawal symptoms.
flat days i cycle the camel trail but the tourists are arriving now ..... or get out on the moors or coliford lake with my dogs
 
So far in life I've not felt more "free" than skiing down the side of a mountain with nothing but the wind in your face and no other people in your field of view.

I dare say I'm yet to discover more freedom inducing activities, maybe skydiving or suchlike.

I never quite understand the logic behind a motorbikers "freedom", you're wrapped in a leather bodybag (which are typically far too revealing), with a helmet preventing you from feeling any of natures forces on your skin. That's not freedom, that's mimicing a gay power-ranger.
 
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What do you do to feel free?

I ride a motorbike, drive a car faster than the legal limit and have sex with a beautiful woman... You?

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So far in life I've not felt more "free" than skiing down the side of a mountain with nothing but the wind in your face and no other people in your field of view.

I dare say I'm yet to discover more freedom inducing activities, maybe skydiving or suchlike.

I never quite understand the logic behind a motorbikers "freedom", you're wrapped in a leather bodybag (which are typically far too revealing), with a helmet preventing you from feeling any of natures forces on your skin. That's not freedom, that's mimicing a gay power-ranger.

Luckily not all people are the same. For me freezing your nuts off whilst hurtling down a slope with very little control at ridiculous speeds is "mimicing" a rock that's about to hit a tree.
 
I quit jobs.

There's a euphoric uncertainty about the last day you actually walk out. I think true freedom is inextricably tied to risk and not knowing what will happen next.
 
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