A Prison of Freedom

I've been lately thinking about homelessness as freedom, but a freedom one is forced to partake in. Sure, no one can tell you what to do or what to do with your money and there are fewer responsibilities, but almost every homeless person I know would be happy to limit their freedom some if only they could have a job or a place to store their stuff, or the chance to see their children. But, more often than not, they aren't given the choice to limit their freedom so they can experience more of what they want in their lives.