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Is it wrong to choose to not be free? Is it ok to use your freedom of choice to be less free than anyone else you know? Is there a freedom in itself when you choose to free yourself from too much choice? To prefer to skip the unknowns as much as possible? To revel in the routines you've carved into your life? Is it rude to take that freedom for granted when so many others would give anything to be outside exploring and adventuring and whatever else? So many people let life happen to them. Let fate dictate their futures, living one minute to the next, waiting for other people to guide them. There is a certain rush of power by avoiding all of that. Truly taking your life over on your own. Being the master of your own destiny. Achieving this by only letting tiny cracks of the outside world in. This fortress of my own making. It's just mine and nobody else's. When I think of everything out there I'm simply not interested. I can close my eyes and see in every direction what lies this way and that way, from one mile away or several. I know what's there already and I don't care. Present me with something new and maybe I'll change my mind. Like, if I were to open the door tomorrow and suddenly my house is on a different street in a different town then maybe I would want to go outside again. Maybe not though, who knows. I would care about land, though. And trees. And cool breezes and flowers I've planted and dogs roaming around the yard sniffing and digging. I would care about those things, for sure. But I don't have any of those things yet, and cities and buildings and so many strangers, and all of their noises and smells that are currently right outside my door... no. No thank you. This place is mine right now and it's all I care to do. For now. J'espère que vous allez me rendre visite, cependant. Et souvent...