"I thought I could organise freedom" - 'Hunter' by Bjork
"Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?" - Matthew 6:26
I wish I could organise my freedom. Put things away in pockets, and in time, in specified time, they'll grow and change in the exact way I wished that they would. Then I'd be free.
But I also understand how this is impossible. Things hardly ever go exactly the way in which you plan them. So I'll just tell them I have faith. I have no plans, but faith that I'll be directed to where I am supposed to be. I need to step out of this box. These pockets can't hold me anymore. But it's so hard to leave and take risks.
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