Because being a conformist means admitting that the parts of you that matter are already dead. But if that’s the case, what does matter? The emotions that run rampant through our head, the thoughts that we tumble and toss over in our minds constantly — sexual fantasies to memories of our friends and family, thoughts and ideas about our future, wishes and desires for our current life with those who are close to us.
The idea of a living freedom, knowing that what you wish to do believe with your mind is unrestricted and what you wish to do with your body, so long as you harm none, is unlimited. Life matters to us because we make it matter; if we never told a lover we would miss them upon our departure for a long voyage, if we never told a family member that we dream of a time when oppression ended, if we never wrote a poem and hoped to give it to a friend whose face we haven’t seen in years — if we never cared about life, then life wouldn’t matter. What matters is what we make matter.