Two Kinds of Freedom
On the Boundaries of Love and the Illusion of Independence
“Love is not about possessing. It’s about letting the other be.”180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrjn9nine0N
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Freedom — a word that everyone understands differently.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQgeWRH6XKH
For some, it sounds like the wind playing in the trees. For others, like the silence of being alone. But if you listen closely, you realize that freedom is not one thing — it has many faces.
There are two kinds of freedom.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf3STVj8yiW
The first one is simple and earthly. It is the freedom to go wherever you want, to do what you like, to walk when you wish, to stay silent if you don’t want to speak, to explain nothing to anyone. This kind of freedom feels sweet — like a breath of air after long darkness. In it, a person feels strong, independent, untouchable — the master of their own life.
But the second kind of freedom is invisible and much more painful. It is freedom in love.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDjgVHMQN3z
When someone tells you “I love you,” but behind these words there is no warmth, no presence, no sacrifice. When “freedom” becomes just another name for indifference.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZBaQbCFJxZ
Such a person says, “I don’t want to be limited,” but in truth, they don’t want to be bound by the heart. They call it love, but it asks for nothing — no devotion, no responsibility, no constancy.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA4Pi1NCJrY
They want to meet when it’s convenient, write when they remember, hug when they feel like it. And then say that everything is fine, because they are free.
But freedom in love is not running away from the one who is dear to you.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzFiUeE6mAe
True freedom means you can love without losing yourself.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnEnOGgQUoZ
It means your closeness doesn’t become a cage, and your presence doesn’t turn into a prison.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5oV6txFi8a
Yet when “freedom” hides cold distance, it is no longer love — only loneliness shared by two.
And maybe this is the deepest paradox of human connection: we long for freedom, yet secretly dream of being someone’s necessity. We fear attachment, yet suffer from the lack of it. We say, “I don’t want to belong to anyone,” while quietly hoping that someone will still choose to stay — not out of duty, but out of love.
Because real freedom is not leaving when you can.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyAnYI9fVU2
Real freedom is staying — even when you could walk away.
Dr. Victoria Akopova180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9kEc4EPTHl
Lecturer in English Literature, Tbilisi, Georgia
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