Freedom Doesn’t Come With a Barcode

I’m not here to play by rules that were never made for me.
I’m not here to be small, quiet, or compliant so the system feels safe.
I’m here to remember what freedom really feels like.

Let me say this out loud:
Sometimes I want the sweet thing.
Sometimes I want to blast my music and dance without reason.
And sometimes—I don’t want to pay to exist.

Because the truth is…
the system makes it feel like we owe for everything.
For food. For joy. For being alive.
And I’m not here for that.

I believe in value.
I believe in giving and receiving.
But what I don’t believe in…
is equating my worth with my wallet.

I’m not a transaction.
I’m a soul.

And being a little rebellious?
That’s me remembering.
That there was once a time where we shared what we had,
where we loved without ledger,
where living didn’t come with a receipt.

So yeah, I’m not ashamed to say:
I’ve taken things.
I’ve walked out with what called to me.
Not to steal—but to reclaim a piece of what should’ve never been held for ransom in the first place.

Does that make me bad? No.
It makes me aware.
And honestly, it makes me free.

This isn’t about being reckless.
It’s about living in truth.

And my truth is this:

I am not a consumer.
I am a creator.
And the world cannot bill me for my joy.

With love, always – Brezzey