for a long time

i think it was the 3rd or 4th day i was at vietnam, one night i just sat on the bed and realised i didn't know what day it was, or how many more days i had left. and i didn't care because it didn't matter one bit.

the last time i had such a feeling was probably during my long holidays in primary 3, back when i didn't know that there were 4 weeks in each month, and the holidays seemed to last forever because i genuinely didn't know when it was going to end.

it felt great. is this what it's like to be free?