Double-edged sword

"If you want to know if someone loves you, set him free. If he comes back, then you will know he loves you. If he doesn't come back, then maybe he never did it." A similar statement was written in almost every notes folder and academic agendas in the secondary school, right in the middle of the adolescence. That age boiling with unbalanced states, contrasts, discoveries, emotions on edge, mountains made out of a molehill, and that I am not yet sure whether I have got over or if I will do it one day. A silly sentence apparently which I think it is at least partly true.

When there are no rules or regulations, people have complete freedom. However, the freedom that each of us have is difficult to measure, because one's freedom tend to finish where the other one's start if you don't consider the rest of the people. In a world without rules is where you can really see who is worthy and who is not; who respects you because wants to respect you or who does it because he is not free to not to do it.

Freedom is an undefined and abstract concept/power/gift/right which involves responsibility towards the others. Set one person free to let him go and see if he comes back to you is very risky, but you can get an awesome reward in exchange. You run with the risk of not seeing that person again any more, but there is no choice for me. Restrict someone's freedom and force him to stay next to you is like killing his essence, a sign of insecurity and, on top of that, terribly daring, energy, patience and time consuming. Either people decide to stay next to me or I rather don't have them nearby. "You are free to go. (You will make me happy if you come back.)"