Under Pressure

I'm sure that an innocent person stuck in prison for many long years would think of FREEDOM as the ability to do what he wishes and as he sits within the four walls of his cell, he probably thinks that the people out in the real world are really lucky to have their freedom. Yet, as I sat today in small, blisteringly hot room trying to develop a communications plan on thin ideas and listening to the voices of my team of people as their faces swam before my eyes, I was forced to question my own free will. I saw 4 very mature people trying to impress one another like they were stuck in an eternal mutual admiration society, claiming bad ideas were brilliant ones and looking at each other for approval. I honestly wondered, if freedom is the ability to do what one wishes. Why the hell could I not get up and walk out of the room? Or even better, why was I pretending (like the rest of the corporate world) to be an "EXCEUTIVE" whose ideas change the world? That leads me to the bigger question, is freedom now a defunct idealistic notion that we all still believe in... like say... SANTA CLAUS??