Free means the moment you stop asking the world if you are allowed to be big — to be loud, to be green, to be tall, to be too much — and you just are. You stand in the middle of the city, arms wide, and you let the sky fall over you like it was made for you, because it was. You let the clouds drift above your head, you let the buildings lean in to look, and you keep walking, because free is not a feeling that comes and goes, it is a decision you make every morning: to live at full height, to take up all the space you were given, to never again make yourself small so that others can feel big.