The notion of freedom has been a prevailing wind in my soul since the earliest days I can remember. I've embraced, chased, and sacrificed freedom to varying degrees, and by various definitions, as I chronically rationalize and wrestle with my own brand of cognitive dissonance. I believe freedom is a highly individualized concept. My own definition of freedom, and the accompanying rationalization, morphs continuously via self-reflection. And often that self-reflection is unfortunately governed by situational conditions.
“People all say that what we’re all seeking is a meaning for life. I don’t think that’s what we’re really seeking. I think that what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonances within our own innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive.” - Joseph Campbell
As of the day and time of this writing... June 17, 2015 at 1pm CST, for me, the notion of freedom simply means being able to be wherever I might choose to be (geographically) at any given point in time while being free to think thoughts that do not forcibly revolve around the need to pay upcoming bills. (My heart yearns to contemplate life from the other side of these metaphorical walls.)