7:45 in the morning.
Hot coffee in my hand.
Silence.
That’s freedom.
I used to think freedom meant…
doing whatever I want
24 hours a day
7 days a week.
But that’s not what it is.
At least not for me.
Freedom is moments.
Sitting in the morning with nothing but silence.
Driving around L.A.
Making a few sales.
Parking on the side of the road…
eating a Pollo Loco four-piece
with a water bottle.
Taking a 10-minute nap in the shade.
Then getting back to it.
And later…
going to the movies with my family.
That’s freedom.
Not everything.
Just enough.
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If this felt real… I write moments like this.
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