Freedom is different for everyone. It could mean enough money to be able to pay the bills and have some left over for those special things. It could be working outdoors and not in an office. It may mean not being confined to people’s labels and expectations.
For me, freedom is being out in the open air, looking over expanses of country, mountains or lakes. Yet, now, I am looking out of an office window at the skyline of Vancouver, British Columbia.
Now, I know that Vancouver, compared with many cities, is small. It is surrounded by either mountains or ocean; it is green and well cared for with attractive areas downtown. As a city, it is OK. Actually, as a city it is exceptional, but I am struggling to breathe here.
On Sunday, I went up to Burnaby Mountain. It’s not big, but it is green, has trees, and looks out onto water, hillsides covered with pines and cedars, and on the horizon, majestic mountains that reach to the sky. For me, that is freedom. Here I can breathe, have a bigger view and not be confined to the city streets and alleyways, and the trappings of shops, cars and must-haves.
So, I’m learning about myself more. I am coming to terms with the life I have lived, the business that I have been involved with, was a means to an end. For me, what I really need is the expanse of the mountains and lakes, to breathe fresh air and to get my hands dirty in soil and vegetation. That to me is freedom.
- Burnaby Mountain (westvantaz.wordpress.com)