Freedom means a variety of different things to all sorts of people. For some, freedom is having rights. The right to speak their opinions without reprisal from the government, the right to own property with having it taken from them by force, or the right to choose a particular medical procedure when others would rather you not. For others, freedom is having the power to do whatever one wishes. The power to get a fast car and drive it around a famous racetrack, the power to decide the rules that others must follow and enforce them, the power to kill and destroy others without being killed and destroyed in return.
For both of these, freedom is seen as either a lack of restrictions or an ability to do things. But for me, freedom is neither the former or the latter. The freedom I have is far more valuable to me than either of the types of freedom so important to others. The freedom that comes from the absence of fear is more profound than any other. When one is free of fear, one is free of the pain of the unknown, free of the ruin of injury or illness, free of the coercion others will try to use upon you. With this freedom, one cannot be forced, one cannot be debased, one cannot be trapped by uncertainty. The heart that is free of fear is free to love others without holding on to secrets, lies, and insecurities. The mind that is free of fear does not seek to cope with life, it simply lives. One without fear avoids calamity because it is a practical move, not because it incites you to run from danger. One without fear fights injustice because it is evil, not because it threatens your sense of security.
When one is without fear, one is truly free.