Spirits Running Free

"A degree in the School of Life is only earned when one's Death Certificate is issued."
-jmp

Rey came over last night and we shared a couple rum & cokes and then played The Cube. While he smoked in the backyard, we talked about growing and understand ideas and people's motivations. He too called me a "free spirit." I've written about this before somewhere in this journal. I never quite know what a person means when they call me that. Rey tried to explain it in words. It basically came out to me that my understanding of people and the actions I take in life formulate the picture of a free spirit for him. I suppose that the perceptions of others will always be different than my feelings inside--the voids and darkness that others cannot see. I think of this as the outter space within me. It is infinite and vast and interminable to traverse. One could get lost if really looking inward too deeply, so I've been learning to focus outward.

And the world outside is so much smaller. Easier to understand. So if this makes me a free spirit.... then I wish that more could have this understanding.