I am not defined by the absence. Absence implies lack, implies need, implies want. But I am not defined by what I do not want. Freedom is the absence of absence. The lack of lack. A marker on a map, pointing in a different direction. I am not wanting for wanting. Contentment is a compass spinning and true north feels different for each of us. We are all pulled magnetically towards paths cleared by our parents – marriage, children, a perfectly manicured lawn. Instead, I choose the long grass. The waist-high weeds, the unexplored track through untamed brambles. I choose my own adventure. Each journey is equally beautiful, and my choices do not diminish yours. My journey does not diminish yours. We are not in competition. We’re not even going the same way. Let your compass guide you, and I’ll follow my instincts too. Map-making is a subtle art, every plan filled with the ghosts of the paths not taken. But, I cannot regret my decisions. They have brought me here. I am alive, and this view is stunning.