freedom isn‘t escape. it’s surrender

written on an early morning in barcelona, after my second coffee and a head full of plans.

I was always drawn to control. I wanted to control how people perceive me. how I wanted to be seen. not boxed in. not trapped in that self-made prison we all fall into from time to time. built from beliefs, doubts, and the stories we keep telling ourselves, whether they’re true or not.

the quiet temptation of a free life.

one thing I’ve seen and learned to live with are my strong contradictions. life isn’t a straight line toward growth or being better than yesterday. it’s a big playground you get to discover and live in. sometimes it’s dirty and dark, sometimes playful and clear. and in the next moment everything can be different.

in the end freedom shouldn’t be an escape. not a place or a state to reach, but surrender. surrender to life, to the unpredictability of it all, and to oneself. I feel that’s the only way you can truly be free in a non-destructive way. a place of healing, of love, of beautiful existence.

whatever that means.