Freedom

Isn’t it nice to wake up like a little child and just be glad that it’s morning?

Isn’t it great to walk past a mirror and think the person in it is okay?

Isn’t it fun to laugh with abandon, not giving a thought to whether or not it is sophisticated, or politically correct, or right? And to be able to cry the same way?

Isn’t it awesome to fall in love again and again with life and the world, and the people in it without regard to age, or gender, or race, or anything else?

Isn’t it good to be able to read what is interesting, watch what is fascinating, play with cool toys and feel all the shivers and tingles that go along with these things?

Imagine the freedom to do all this and still have an intelligent conversation with someone who feels the same way?