When we are young, we have both freedom and restriction. We were restricted by our parents by the things we could do, time we go to bed, what we ate. But our minds were free of burden, free of worry, free spirits to dream up fictitious worlds in our own living room. Our physical limitations (our youth) and limited resources (lack of income) were restricting, but our imagination was free.

As we grow older, we lose this sense of wonder and imagination in exchange for other resources like money and freedom to roam wherever we please.

But sometimes I wonder… maybe the freedom of imagination is better than any other. The freedom to be oneself without doubt or worry or concern is true freedom.

How can we bring this sense of childish freedom into our adulthood?

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