"You're free, go ahead," said the teacher. "It's strange, once you realize you have freedom, you don't know how to use it," I said to myself, staring at the blank laptop screen. I've always pondered, "What is freedom? Are we really free, or is it just a fantasy we like to believe in to help us sleep at night?" Maybe I'm just overthinking again, and nothing is really that deep—we are just matter, after all.