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The ultimate state of freedom doesnt come by having the right to choose what to wear, or by choosing the guy you want to marry. Neither does it come by talking against your family and going with your friends.
The ultimate state of freedom is acheived when what others talk about you: infront of you and behind you, stops bothering you. When what others think about you least bothers you.
The ultimate freedom comes when you have full liberty to listen only to the voice of your heart,  to you soul speaking, to your music dancing.
It is then that you are actually in the state of happiness, the perfect state of happiness. Bliss.

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