Love and Freedom

I believe that love is, in a sense, a form of freedom, an exhilarating freedom. This freedom comes from the realisation that you are accepted for who and what you are, whatever those may be. It can be a frightening thing to be who you really are, and for somebody to embrace you as you are is a truly remarkable thing. To someone you are the most brilliant of stars, twinkling in a colour that can only be perceived by that person. And this is of course reciprocated by you to the one you love. Love, then, is like a release, from the shackles of self-doubt, self-deprecation and loneliness; a release into a freedom where you can flourish and develop unrestricted. To love and to be loved is to be free.