Maybe, some are free physically, some not, but we’ll feel free only if we break down those cages we’ve built within ourselves, the ones that we’ve declared as our home. Maybe we came into existence just to become free. And maybe, there’s nothing after death, and we have to feel freedom here, at least once in our lifetime. Maybe we’re trapped here, in this world, and only after death will we know the meaning of freedom. Maybe, we’re all trapped inside the same routines, the ones that we have been living in for decades. Trapped inside our heads thinking the same stuff, day to day… Nothing changes. Actually, I think about this quite often. ![]() Sometimes I think about how they may feel, they, the people who can’t be themselves. It’s not being unable to dress however I want, love whoever I want, think and live however I want. My lack of freedom is not being unable to have freedom of speech, being scared to go to school in the morning because maybe, just maybe, I could die. Of course, my lack of freedom is just me not being able to go out with my friends. When I lose my freedom, I become sad, angry. ![]() ![]() We arrived in Vilnius at 22:00.I hope someday to get there again. Near Ukrainian border we stood for 2 hours. On the last day I went snowboarding in 22C, 5K, 5B and 5A tracks. Next day I went snowboarding on 1C, 1E and 5A tracks. We went back to the hotel and ate supper. 12 about 300 Lithuanians sang our anthem and chanted Lietuva! Lietuva! Lietuva! We finished skiing at 16:30. We tried all tracks except some red and some black tracks. ![]() I went snowboarding and my family went skiing. From Vilnius to Bukovel we drove for about 20 hours.īukovel is a city in the eat of Ukraine near Romania. We left from ”Forum palace” on February 15 th at 2:30. During winter holidays my family and I traveled to Ukraine.
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