Freedom
It’s been a strange time to be looking for inspiration. Sometimes I’m moving too fast to take the time to stop and think about the things that might move me. Sometimes even the most overwhelming events float right by without notice because I’m focused on other goals, or am just too caught up to care. The desert hasn’t always been a source of inspiration for me. I remember when I first moved here 5 years ago. I wanted to be a writer, but instead, I was waiting tables at Caesar’s Palace. I remember starting to write an article about Freedom. I wanted
to know how people defined freedom, and if they felt free or trapped by their lives and the choices they had made. I thought it was cool, but I don’t really think I knew what I was writing about, who I was writing for, or why. The piece on Freedom was mainly about asking others questions as a way to find my own path. When I visit the desert today, I’m awestruck by the beauty and can’t wrap my head around the wild there. It’s so untamed, harsh and yes free. I still haven’t figured out what true freedom is, but I’m making choices everyday to try and find out.
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