The Freedom of Space.
I have spent what little bit of my life that has passed wishing constantly for something that I cannot rightly define. I became a teacher to pursue this ideal, I have taught others to wish for it and follow it like fireflies forever flying to the stars. In the end though, as I sit here and ponder as often I am wont to do, I realise that I do not know that of which I seek.
Freedom.
Sweet word. I feel it, sometimes. I feel it when I stand upon a mountain top, alone triumphant in my victory over nature. I stand there whispering to myself "There is no thing of this world that can chain me". I feel it when I walk the night streets of London or in the wilderness of Montana. I feel it when I wander.
But most of all I feel it when I look upon the night sky.
Vast. The great void of the universe, terrible and wonderful at once in its expanse. I want it. I feel it in there, freedom.
Would that I could take a ship and vanish. A wanderer to truly wander, I wish for that.
I wonder, then, now, if anyone else wishes such things.