The Difference Between False Freedom and True Freedom

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False freedom wants to be free because she feels squelched by intimacy.

True freedom holds loosely, giving her partners freedom, knowing their freedom only enhances her own.

False freedom does not hold onto any kind of relationship for long, for fear that it will limit her.

True freedom does not fear limitation, because she knows it can’t possibly exist if she exists.

False freedom operates under a credence of self-righteousness. She kicks and shouts when she is not heard.

True freedom shows up organically. She feels like a blossoming, an opening when you’re expressing her.

False freedom holds onto her sense of self tightly, constricting herself, constantly wary that she will be threatened, hassled and disregarded.

True freedom does not yell and scream about her right to exist; she simply exists.

False freedom is frequently alone, but quickly tires of it and rebounds back into entangled relationship.

True freedom chooses when she is alone and when she’s not, but knows that either way, she can always show up.

False freedom makes demands, not requests.

True freedom knows that if she encounters something trying to limit her, she can walk away, knowing what she stands for.

You can create freedom in anything you do—in a relationship, in a work structure, in a family. You are it. If you feel an itchiness to get away, that is not freedom calling to you. That is fear. True freedom breathes, flows, caresses.

If you’re feeling restricted in something lately, try to not run away from it. Breathe into it and see what it’s trying to tell you.

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