Only Time

Sometimes I feel miserable and confused. Why is it so that the so called freedom that we claim to be ours is not actually ours? The freedom is not merely the freedom defined in the constitution, but it is the freedom of doing whatever we like. Why is it so that we waste most part of our life fulfilling other's wishes? Why can't we have time for ourselves, in which we can admire the life,rather than fighting it out for each and everything.Don't we dream of doing the things the way children do or we think of flying like birds or flowing like air because we feel that somewhere we are not free in the true sense. But all seems to be a dream that's why we all wish for our childhood days to be back because only those days reflect the true freedom.I feel that was the only time for me as well.Still searching for that freedom...