Man, oh man, to be completely and totally free to do anything that I want to do.
And I mean absolutely anything ... all restraints lifted. No holds barred.
It has been said that a man can not choose how or where they will die but only the kind of life that they live.
I disagree with that.
If I want to, if I so chose to do it, I could choose exactly how and when I will die. I could chew the end of shotgun or take a handful of sleeping pills or crash my vehicle into a steel wall while running 150 mph or slit my wrists in a warm tub of water until I bleed out. That would be the mark of absolute freedom, would it not?
The only question presently remaining for me is this, "Why don't I do it, what am I waiting for?"
Am I waiting for the next T-bone steak to see if that one will possibly be better than the last?
Maybe it's the thought of not seeing another sunrise or sunset. Or maybe I'd miss the feeling of having my arm gently stroked by someone that loves me.
I'm not afraid of dying ... I'm just afraid of no longer having the choice to decide to live.
Maybe I had it all backwards.
Maybe choosing to live is mankind's ultimate freedom.
©2009/Lucifer-Saytan
