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Ilias Contreas's avatar

Some time ago, we adopted Sky Walker.

Or maybe, to be more precise, he chose us.

He was a dog without a home, but he didn’t look like a stray dog.

Happy.

Well-behaved.

Affectionate.

Free.

Since he’s been living with us, every single day he has all the freedom in the world to go wherever he wants.

We don’t keep him tied up.

He knows the neighborhood.

He loves walking around.

And he knows perfectly well how to come back home.

And yet, most of the time, he chooses to stay there.

In his little corner.

Keeping watch.

Observing.

Staying in his place.

That made me think.

Because we often imagine freedom as the possibility of doing anything, at any moment, with no limits, no responsibilities and no price to pay.

But maybe real freedom is something else.

Maybe it’s being able to consciously choose where to stay.

What to build.

What to protect.

What to let go.

And what price we are willing to pay to live the way we truly want.

Rini Kothari's avatar

The cafe on a Tuesday morning knowing nowhere else demands your presence. That's the image that sticks. Most founders I know discovered that exact version of freedom was available years before they gave themselves permission to take it.

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