Whether as part of a plan, or as part of a last-minute scramble to find a place to live (often on a tight budget), a lot of us go through phases of our lives that see us sharing our space and living with roommates.
About ten years ago, I left the comfort of home to begin my university career, joining hundreds of other freshmen within the cozy but spartan confines of our 1960s residence building. Quickly I discovered and befriended the first three roommates of my life – three football players with whom I’d share an apartment the following year. Over the last ten years, I’ve lived with around fifteen other people for various lengths of time. Presently, and for the second time in my life, I live on my own.
While there are some very real benefits to spending quality home time with others who may look and carry themselves differently from you, come from different backgrounds, speak different languages, and generally lead different kinds of lives as compared to your own, there is a whole other world of benefits that can be experienced by living in solitude.
When you solely control your space, you are in command of many things, many of which are quite superficial. The colours of your walls, the layout of your room(s), and the overall look and feel of your pad: all of these variables can be manipulated for your benefit without infringing on anyone else. Evidently though, these are pretty trivial changes in the big scheme of things. While control is a wonderful and rather stabilizing thing to have, I truly believe there is something far more rewarding that can come from living alone:
Freedom to explore your mind.
Freedom to cultivate a passion for something new.
Freedom to share your space with whoever you care about in your life, whenever you want.
Freedom to make mistakes, free from judgment, along with the freedom learn from those mistakes.
Freedom to discover new tastes, smells, sights, sounds and feels.
Freedom to become a musician, a writer, or an artist (or a DJ…).
Freedom to crush the odd Netflix marathon.
Freedom to improve your singing voice in the shower.
Freedom to develop skills in a particular trade or hobby.
Freedom to set your own sleeping schedule.
Freedom to do yoga in total tranquility.
Freedom to read in peace.
Freedom to meditate.
Freedom to reflect.
Freedom to evolve.
Control and freedom seem like the exact same thing, don’t they? I feel like most people view these two concepts as one. However, there seems to be some subtle psychological differences between the two. Why do we call it gun “control,” yet on the other hand say “freedom” of speech? Gun freedom and speech control don’t really seem to ring the same bells. Here’s a look at the primary simple definitions of these two words, as pulled from the Merriam-Webster Dictionary:
Control (noun) – the power to make decisions about how something is managed or done.
Freedom (noun) – the absence of necessity, coercion, or constraint in choice or action.
Is it just me, or does one of those terms look a little less restrictive than the other? How do you approach your life – do you aim to have more freedom or more control?