Most modern freedom is at root fear. It is not so much that we are too bold to endure rules; it is rather that we are too timid to endure responsibilities.
—G.K. Chesterton
The saddest person in the world isn’t lonely.
They’re “free.”
They aren’t the one left behind, but the one who refuses to belong.
They worship freedom but can’t name what it’s for.
Childless by will, convinced freedom is a higher good than love or sacrifice.
Tattooed with all who wander are not lost, but wandering still—between hotel lobbies and happy hours.
They brag about liberty, luxury, and flânerie online, yet every caption sounds like a cry for help.
They’ve mistaken motion for meaning,
pleasure for purpose,
solitude for selfhood.
Involved in everything, but committed to nothing.
They call random smatterings of friends “family,” while their real family hasn’t received a call in months.
They collect experiences the way others collect people.
And they end up owning neither.
They crave movement because stillness terrifies them.
They’ve built a personality out of avoidance.
They are paralyzed by their desire for motion; always moving, never arriving.
They can’t be nourished without roots, yet they fear planting any because they’ve mistaken them for shackles.
We’ve built a culture that worships escape where commitment feels like captivity and detachment masquerades as enlightenment.
But there’s a reason Dante’s lowest circle of hell is made of ice.
It’s what happens when the heart stops burning. When love freezes over and feels nothing—alive yet unreachable.
Whether they know it or not,
this adventure is both east of Eden and paradise lost.
For freedom without love is just exile.
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With sincere gratitude,
Tom
Holy shit. That was a little bit too relatable. I have the quote “not all those who wander are lost“ tattooed 😅
I’m still trying to find out what my freedom is for. Thank you for your insight.
That hit me hard. Thanks for keeping us thinking.