Travellers Stream

The greatest gift someone could give me is the freedom to decide.

Not perfection. Not protection. Not constant guidance.
Just the space to make my own choices—even if I goof up.

I believe there is something called a gut feeling, a sixth sense. I have it too. A quiet inner voice that understands things before logic steps in. But when every move is controlled, that voice slowly fades. You stop trusting yourself and start living by instructions.

Sometimes, when life is too tightly managed, you feel the urge to make mistakes—not out of carelessness, but out of humanity. I want to miss a bus. I want to miss a flight. I want to get stuck in traffic and sit there with my thoughts, watching life move around me. These moments aren’t failures; they are experiences. They remind me that life isn’t meant to run only on schedules.

Freedom doesn’t mean living alone. It doesn’t mean breaking away from people you love. It means feeling free even while living with your loved ones—being yourself without fear, without constant correction, without having to explain every choice. It means being trusted.

I want the dignity of deciding for myself and the courage to own the outcome. Success feels meaningful only when it is chosen. Failure feels lighter when it is mine to carry. Independence doesn’t mean rebellion or irresponsibility. It means trust—trust that I am sensible enough to think, feel, assess, and learn.

So yes, let me make mistakes. Let me listen to my gut. Let me arrive late sometimes. Let me take the long route. Let me take responsibility for my choices.

That kind of freedom—given with faith, not fear—is the greatest gift anyone could offer me.🌿😊💞