Pressure, Darkness, Freedom

Popa and I heard it firsthand from Kris this summer - `Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose.`

The perfect hour...

The perfect hour is that time of the night when you've forced yourself to stay up way too late, even though your body is so tired, and your eyes don't want to stay open...
And finally, on your own terms, you turn off the light, and take off your glasses, and collapse on your bed...
And you turn over on your pillows, and cover up with your comforter (because your bedroom is nice and cold thanks to new air conditioner)...
And you think...
There, did you see it?  That was the perfect hour.  After you lay down, and before your mind remembers that you probably have things to worry about...there is that time when it's dark and you're resting and you can think about whatever you want, for free.

Freedom

When did it become decided that we are the way we are?
What if we just refused to be what people expect us to be, and instead be what we want to be? 
Maybe more later on this, it's just a thought...