On Bastille Day, I’m stuck on wondering what “liberation” is.
Is it fighting tyranny?
Is it letting go of perceptions we cherish even if they defeat us?
Is it revenging those who told us what to do without our permission?
Is it risking unknowns to discover who we are?
Is it a selfish impulse?
Is it a primal drive that may, or may not, make sense?
Is it being free?
Is it connecting?
Is it possible?