Freedom

How do you see freedom? Several days ago I saw two images that represented different conceptions of freedom:

A marsh has total freedom. It spreads out, going wherever it desires. But it’s shallow and sluggish. It represents freedom from restraint and freedom to chill and relax.

A river follows a course laid out for it by its banks. But, oh, how it leaps and roars and sings! It represents freedom from distractions—freedom to focus and go somewhere.

To my surprise, these thoughts turned into a poem, which I believe I'll send somewhere. (Maybe it will be published. I’ll let you know.)

In the meantime, what are your pictures for freedom?