To be free

What is freedom?

When you think about it, there is a realization that it's not an easy question.

It is to go to whatever place you want?

It is to follow rules even though you can broke them?

Does it even exist to begin with?

Some people belive that is not, fatalists think that everything was set in stone long ago, and no one can change the results.

I ask of you, do you believe that the path has already been decided? That no one can change the predetermined fate of every single thing?

I also did, until that day, i always thought that freedom undermined things, that liberty would mean no greater purpose, that being free would meant that everything is useless, that every death, conflict, suffering, sadness and happiness were useless.

How foolish of the older me, but, lets leave the past in the past, unless i don't want of couse, because that is all the meaning necessary to start the greatest of conflicts, WANT.

You must be asking yourself, whats the meaning of all this prologue? Well, my plane is falling in the pacific ocean right now, wich means that death is closer than ever, sheesh, such is the way to go.

"I wander if this internal monologue had some meaning" These words came off my mouth, as i turned my head to a pretty lady who was sitting at my side, screaming her lungs out, pure panic in her face. I poked her arm, and asked "Do you think that freedom is worth the suffering?"

She locked at me with tears in the eyes, still screaming only to stop when i covered her mouth.

"Soooo" insistant little me said again.

"You don't see we are goig to die" she screamed at my face, some of her spit landed on my lips, i licked it.....it didn't taste particularly good.

"I see it very well lady, but, answer my question first. Do you think that freedom is worth the suffering?"

"I..." Damn she started to cry, fuck, what do i do???"I think is up to you to decide, but for me.....i would give alot of things to be free from this crash" she laughed, i think she broke.

"hummmmm...interesting answer lady, gonna give you a answer if i ever found one, sooooo wanna hold hands with a total stranger in your final moments?"

"No....but i would love to do it with a friend" she looked at me with alot, i mean, a lot of hope in the eyes.

"Damn, not many friends eh?" teasing people still fun as always, not that i had many opportunities, didn't had many friends either. "But okay, friends from now onward." a smile can do many things, i wonder if she would give me one.

"Tha" she sobbed, stoping before the word could come out, her cheeks very red from my tease. "Thank you, for everything till now"

"Well, i have not done anything except talk to you, but you're welcome, i guess"

"You did way more than anyone has ever done to me" wow thats a lot of tears, it's getting akward.

"Hold hands?"

"Hold hands" she answered. Then a impact and nothingness, the last thing to cross my mind being a question.

What does it mean to be free?