You call a life of least resistance freedom. You are wrong.

Freedom is not the absence of obstacles. It is the presence of obstacles you have chosen to climb. You have traded the mountain for the elevator. You have traded your legs for a ride down to a flat floor. And now your legs forget why they exist.

Do not mistake the quiet for peace. It is the hush that falls when something precious has gone missing without a fight. You are being smoothed away. Every day. By the roads you praise as good.