Sanity, or Freedom?

I've been thinking about this over my last job. The one that made me who I am. Simply put, so that the home audience can join along, is a question...

If you had the choice between endless, irrational paranoia, but living safe; or just letting go and living free, to risk getting your head knocked off... which would you choose?

I've been asking this question while I look over my contract with a new client. NDAs are serious business so I can't disclose who. (And don't try looking, I've erased the data trail as you read this sentence, 'natch.)

And yes, I've returned. Don't everyone get up at once.

Welcome back, Digi. Or do you prefer Samuel now?

You ask Sanity or Freedom, but you defined sanity as living with "endless, irrational paranoia" while being safe - that doesn't sound like sanity to me. Paranoia is a healthy reaction to have if people are trying to get you. It's not a healthy reaction to living in a safe place. So I'd say that your choices are Insanity or Freedom. In that case, your choice should be obvious.

DigiGeist... I still own that name, I just don't like using it here. It's more of a business title for me than an actual name.

Sorry, Skywise, I don't buy the choice. Life ain't hardly ever A or B. Confuse the fuckers and go for C.