Every decision we make is by choice.
We are born in an exciting world. A world full of choices. There is no right or wrong in the choices we make. It is from the different perspective that guides us to make the best choice in a certain situation.
Everyone is beautiful. Whether or not we trust ourselves is another matter altogether. Somehow, we, humans love to take seriously what others say about us rather than what we think about ourselves. We are always careful of words that come out of our mouths. We are always alert of how we dress at certain occasions. We may even put on makeup just to respect the norm in the office.
Has anyone in the urban society ever thought that it is the beauty in the soul that matters, not what we see on the outside? It is by choice we follow the flow. Nobody is pointing a gun at us to force us to choose hiding our true selves.
Some people have the privilege to be raised by understanding parents who are always supportive of their children. They are always there to guide the children to decide based on choices available. When start from young, these children will grow up to have good judgements. They had a great head start, which makes them better individuals.
There are some who are not as privileged. Kids born rich are sometimes given way too many choices. Often, they are given unlimited amount of money to spend whenever their parents do not have to the time to be with them. Without proper guidance, it is easy for such children to sway from their roots and become irresponsible of the choices they make.
I happened to be born to a family whereby the elders are always right. We had to listen to their advice or else we would regret for the rest of our lives. Words that somewhat form threatening sentences has been the way I was brought up. How can someone been born to such a limiting belief environment progress in life? I was trained to be a “YES” person to all the demands of seniors. I had no choice. Did I?
It is because of the way I was brought up, the results I produce is very much around the limited choices I have, I do not know how to think out of the box. I only know how to chase dreams, I do not know how to achieve them. I only know how to be an employee, I do not know how to make money work for me. I know my life is stuck. What do I do? What choice do I have?
From the subjects that I choose to study, to the university I choose to learn from, to the job that I choose to work in, everything was a big package. I was born a normal person in a normal family that do not encourage creativity.
I remember as a child, I was the rebellious one. I had my own thoughts. I would fight for my right to get something even if it did not belong to me. I would throw tantrums just to get to sit in the swing. I would fight back at my sister. I would argue with my parents. Back then, I was the most caned of the siblings. Everything I did, any choice that I made seemed wrong. Perhaps I was not strong enough. My soul broke. I ended up being the good girl following instructions of elders. Did I make the right choice?
Based on the situation back then, that seemed like the best choice. But situation changes every second. Just like the situation we are all in right now. We have been through thick and thin of growing up. I am grateful for all the situations I have gone through. I know now I am on the right path.
Many say that the world is going through apocalypse, all the curfew, all the lockdown from travels is a hassle. It will drive the economy down and kill many businesses and countries. Perhaps it is also by choice. We have chosen our path, which is to live our life as convenient as we want to but we have forgotten the responsibilities we have for earth.
We are all children of Mother Nature. She is teaching us a lesson. Whether or not we learn from this… is by CHOICE!
Attitude is a choice. Happiness is
a choice. Optimism is a choice. Kindness is a choice. Giving is a choice.
Respect is a choice. Whatever choice you make makes you. Choose wisely.
Roy T. Bennett, Author of The
Light in the Heart, https://thelightintheheart.wordpress.com/
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