Being a furry is freedom. It lets us wear what we want and not be afraid of criticism for it. It lets us befriend each other and form stronger bonds than normal life situations would tend to create. It also lets us relax, and enjoy the art, music, and culture of a fantasy world in which none of us are bound in furless bodies, and to forget, temporarily, all of the fears and worries of life. When fursuiting, or just in the personality of the fursona, one does not need to worry about their job, family problems, diseases, or other stresses that most other people let chew away at their spirits all day everyday.
I had long thought that dreams were the only time that we could escape reality and forget all of our problems, to live peacefully and happily as any form that makes us feel better, for reasons that were not even necessary to explain. But now I see that being a furry is better than a dream, for dreams are carried by a series of chemical reactions in the nerve cells of the brain that tend to produce emotions randomly and simulate semi-physical situations to explain how these feelings could create either a logical or illogical chain of events. When in the mindset or body of one's fursona, the chain of events that will occur will both make physical sense and be real. Instead of looking back on the memory of a good dream, only to wake from that flashback and remember that these things never happened, one may look back upon time enjoyed with friends, things thought, said, and done, and not have the ensuing low of remembering that it was just a dream.
What we do and say are very important, but how we feel as we are doing and saying them is just as important, and if it makes some of us happier to live a life while wearing a tail or ears, then we should do that freely, without regret, and remember that how we feel about ourselves is more important than how our peers feel about us.
