How free are we? I use to think I was free; I could do whatever I wanted. I had a car where I could go wherever whenever… but I cant. There are things holding me back; my self-consciousness, my lack of will, my desire to be accepted by others. Probably most importantly is my attachment to material objects. The car doesn’t make me free; in reality the car makes me less free because of my attachment to it. If I wanted to I could simply walk to wherever I wanted to go. The car doesn’t improve my free will. In reality it isn’t a destination specifically that I speak of but a place. The car can only take me to physical places in which I am the same; it is only I who can change anything that has any real meaning. The car’s ability to transport me to various physical places hinders my spirit by replacing the idea of freedom as the ability to physically do something over the mental will to do it. I have always wanted to express myself in a way such as this and the thought that it was material possessions such as this computer that allowed me to do it is completely wrong, I have always had this computer and yet have never done this. It is my free will and nothing else that allows me to express myself in such a way. But I am still not free.