Freedom, slowly learned
Healing Is Personal
I came across a post asking whether it’s unhealthy to stop children from choosing — or to let them choose like adults.
It quietly took me back to my childhood.
When I was very small, I was allowed to choose little joys:
sweet or spicy golgappa,
vanilla or strawberry ice cream,
Coke or Fanta.
But no one asked me
when I wanted to study
or when I wanted to sleep.
Strangely, I never felt controlled.
I felt safe.
As I grew, my choices grew too —
books, toys, clothes,
and later, real decisions.
Freedom didn’t arrive all at once.
It arrived when I was ready.
Sometimes, that gentle order
keeps the mind calmer
and the world less chaotic.
Freedom grows best where care comes first.
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