What is the definition of freedom to you? Is it about unlimited wealth, company of friends, or enough free time?
As we grow old, we realize how time flies and death approaches. These times we realize how much time we spent chasing things that never mattered to us. We get weak, our skin wears off, and our bones weaken. We get too much time to think and mostly regret. I have heard many times from my aging loved ones about their decisions in life, what they could and have not done.
In the end, we have to surrender to our thoughts. What matters is living with no regret and ultimate tranquility. It is impossible considering our expectations and worldly desires.
Are we all caged?