mistery

is there something else more fullfiling than freedom? isn't this everything that we live for?this is everything we wait for,all of our life,but some of us are stopped in this process of releasing themselves.why should we be devoted to someone who retains us from showing who we are,or being the person we have always wanted,when you can always choose to be either alone,or in numberless short relations? but on the other side,i ask myself if love songs would still have a matter in this superficial world?what would happen if there wouldn't be anymore romance?would we be more sad?would fall have no reason anymore?would winter just fall down from the endless sky without impressing us? what a damn big fucking mistery....