I Don't Care

I wish only to be free, and anything, anything that interferes with my freedom must go, including the need for it, even if it leaves me with nothing — then I will live with nothing. Life itself is secondary, and even death is better if it is more free. So I'll fear no consequences in my pursuit of it, and care nothing for whatever can be lost in it. Whatever needs to be traded with freedom is hostile to me, something that seeks to enslave me, and I'll gladly rid myself of it. So what do I want with that freedom? Nothing and everything, for if I were to fix it for myself, then in the future I would no longer be free. I'm open to all possibilities and decided on none. I'll flow through them as they come together in the present, as stochastically as the wind. Perhaps it doesn't seem like much, because all these moments don't seem to match into a single cause, but my cause is made up of the moments themselves. Whatever happens, I can't plan for it, only prepare for it.