About freedom and other miracles

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When we are free? When we live in a country where we may go out when we want? When not listening to anyone outside of ourselves? When we do not have owners and bosses? Or when we find inner freedom when we learn who we really are, when force within us is so strong that even if we would put someone in chains we all free? I attended last night at a book launch, a new novel by Isabel Allende, island under the sea. I read the book, of course, because just appeared. But I heard, about the book, talk about the history of characters, their fates intertwined, in search of freedom and love. Some of them are slaves, but as the winged soul, that are freer than their owners. Some of them were found as well within them, that no longer afraid of anything. And even then, while listening to this review, I wondered when I felt free. When I left home for college, getting rid of parents watching? No, no, no way ... When I got to have my own salary and no longer dependent on money given by the mother or father? I think even then. But I do know that when I fell in love, when I met my real love and I understand that I am once and for all, I felt, finally freed from burdens. Mirroring me in my lover's eyes, I found myself, that you are looking for a lifetime. And I felt free to live, finally, as they wish. When you feel free? When you feel tied down? There slavery, even without chains?