No Wrong Way to Be Free

Preface

This is not my shame.

It belongs to the place I was held, the rules that broke the spirit, the hands that tried to shape my movement into obedience.

I show it not to confess, but to expose.

The embarrassment rests on the trap — and I am not the trap.

Metaphorical Narrative

It wasn’t just being stopped. It was being broken in the middle of movement.

A laugh halfway formed. A body alive in motion. A rare moment of energy and joy — and then it came.

The grip in my hair, the cage over my head, the slap for pedalling “wrong,” the smack for leaning “too far.” The invisible law: you can only move in the approved direction, at the approved speed, in the approved way.

And if you dared to resist — you were hit harder.

That’s the deepest shutdown. Not a pause. Not a moment of doubt. It’s the breaking of the spirit so you never try again.

But the spirit is a liar’s worst enemy. It waits. And one day, it stops flinching. It stands up on the bike, hair flying loose, the pedals biting the ground for the first time. The cage explodes behind you. And you realize — there is no wrong way to be free.

Read It Out Loud

(This is the trap. Say it so you can hear how ridiculous it is.)

“I agree that my joy can be interrupted, punished, or restrained.”

Now destroy it:

“I do not consent to my joy being touched. My joy is sovereign. It moves when I move.”

Core Insight

Spirit-breaking shutdowns are designed to corrupt joy itself. They train you to pair energy with danger, movement with punishment, freedom with loss. They survive by making you police your own aliveness.

But there’s an unspoken contract inside every shutdown:

“I agree that my joy can be interrupted, punished, or restrained.”

Tear up that contract. Joy is not punishable.

Saturday Experiment

1. Name the strike. What is the exact “hit” your shutdown delivers when you step into joy?
2. Name the false law. Write down the exact belief it uses to justify itself.
3. Rewrite it. Create one sentence that declares your joy beyond punishment — and say it until your body believes it.

Sunday Reflection

Write in third-person.

• Where in your life have they [Your Name] paired joy with danger?
• What parts of self have been policed into stillness?
• And when they release that law — what does full-motion living look like for them?

Liberation Creed — King’s Choice

The war is not mine.

If angels and demons (light or darkness) want to fight,

they can fight on higher ground.

I do not host battles in my body.

I do not turn my mind into an arena.

I break the ground under demons

so they have nowhere to stand.

I clear the path for angels

so they pass without delay.

And when the dust rises,

all that remains is me — free,

and only free,

by The King of Two Slots.