All freedom is relative. What could be freedom to you must be an invisible cage to another?
You can’t fail to admit this and sometimes it’s not freedom in the truest sense, but simply the cage widening far away from you, the bars abstracted with distance but still there..
When people claim to “free” wild animals into nature preserves, in reality it is to only contain them yet again by larger borders. But that is still widening as it is a form of natural habitat for them. Because sometimes not seeing the bars is enough… A self-created solace..
Freedom and the eagerness to prolong our existence are similar. We do know we are gonna die but we are free to do whatever it takes to keep us alive. We are bound by our last hours yet nothing stops us till then to keep up our hopes.
We try to preserve life, even when we know it has no chance of enduring its body.
We feed it, keep it comfortable, bathe it, medicate it, caress it, even sing to it.
We tend to these basic functions not because we are brave or selfless but because, like breath, it is the most fundamental act of our species: to sustain the body until time leaves it behind.