You know that feeling you get when you're through with something? The 'wow-there's-nothing-left-to-do-or-look-forward-to' kind of feeling where you feel like you're flying in midair and headed absolutely nowhere. I guess you could call that a form of freedom. It's funny this feeling, cause some of us were given a large amount of it while others pined for it. But frankly speaking, I'd like to think we're all offered a choice between freedom and going a certain specific way or doing a specific thing. It must be weird for those who are granted freedom all of a sudden after being deprived of it up till now.
"ok, the thought of freedom really makes me go banana's. for instance before SPM, i was dying for freedom because studying was getting to me and i was desperate for a break. but as soon as i got the freedom i wanted, it felt really weird because i didnt know what to do with it. for instance, whenever my parents and i went out for dinner we never really could have a proper conversation. because at the dinner table all they used to ask me about was whether i was studying hard enough for the exams and whether i was prepared. after SPM that all changed. as a family it was hard for us to talk about anything as we ran out of things to talk about."
-a certain friend of mine
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