Mikko, Finland, Age 36
Sometimes I feel like I understand what freedom is. That it’s about choice, decision, a voice given without pressure, a step into the unknown. But then it all blurs again. Because freedom isn’t just the absence of walls — it’s something much harder. It’s uncertainty, the loneliness of decisions, the lack of guarantees.
Freedom is like a word that means too much to mean anything concrete. Like a metaphor that pretends to lead toward meaning, but really just pulls me deeper into questions.
I can’t grasp it, but I feel its absence. Maybe that’s the essence of it — that it can’t truly be understood, only sensed