I awoke with a uneasy feeling that my carefully crafted life, which looks so good to outsiders was not so good in reality.

This is the fear that keeps us running, the appearance of managing while we cling to the edge hoping that our grip will hold until it no longer needs to. Then, it becomes someone else's position, another who must cling in hope. The edge is becoming slipperier each day.

Freedom in terms of having wealth and security that you truly own, which is truly portable and which can provide real security.

I sometimes wonder, if everyone could fit what they possess onto a usb stick, how many wouldn't flee from war, oppression and tyranny? And then, with all of their possessions and wealth, who wouldn't take them? How many could have walked away but instead stayed in an attempt to keep what they had worked their lives to own, only to realise, it was never going to stay theirs?