Price of Freedom.

Freedom, unlike how it sounds, is costly. What does freedom mean to you? To do anything you like? To have all the time in the world? To not do anything at all? To me, it's probably the display of emotions without limits.

The world has many restrictions. We are denied access of places, we can't do things in public without being scrutinized by the public, we have to observe etiquettes, morals, law and even mind what we say. I'm not saying it isn't good, after all it's a public place, we have to be mindful of the actions that might disturb the likes of others.

We can't show anger when we are angry, to people who are unrelated to the cause as this is unfair. We can't display affection when the passion comes as this might create a sort of impression perceived to be bad for the young. We can't make jokes that are insensitive to others with fear of offending which restricts the fun of some.

It all comes down to having freedom only at the comfort of your private space, commonly known as "home". But home to some is only a house with others. To really experience freedom, you need to have your own home customized to your likings. I could conclude that I have freedom when I'm alone at home.

Freedom may seem like a wonderful thing, but frankly speaking, I would rather be less happy staying with my family than be happier living alone. I wouldn't want to have happiness on the expense of my family's.

The price of freedom? Is love.