In some ways.
My thoughts are my own.
I make enough money to buy pretty much any small item I want. My PS3 quit the other day (an original fatty! I was sad to see my chunky friend go), an hour later I had another one, basically just snapped my fingers. I spent $2500 on a vacation and didn't trouble myself with words like 'cost' or 'budget.' Couldn't do that every week or anything but you get the idea.
I am physically healthy, apart from being lazy and overweight. I don't have conditions or diseases tying me down. I was able to complete a fourteen mile hike in the Grand Canyon.
I can say a lot of things, if not right out to the person I want to say them to, at least to friends. Well, I *could* say them straight out, but it would be kinda hard to get along with those people after.
I'm not tied down by a wife, kids, girlfriend, alimony, etc. I know guys who make payments, they wear it like a friggin' battleship chain around their necks.
I am free in the sense that technically I could decide at any moment to quit my job, close my bank accounts, and move to the Himalayas. A choice with consequences, but it's a choice I *could* make.
I read a lot. In my mind I have watched the first fish-creature haul itself from the sea to the primordial mud. I have fought necromancers beside Harry Dresden, thwarted interplanetary conspiracies with Miles Vorkosigan, observed the crushing furnaces in the hearts of stars, stared aghast as Conan grappled with unnameable beasts, untangled (at least a little) the madness that is quantum theory, starved and shivered next to Solzhenitsyn, begged Macbeth to turn from the road of horror and destruction, and talked philosophy with Plato. I've been around. And there's a groaning shelf full of books I have yet to read.