Choice

I consider the most central word in life to be: CHOICE. Not love, nor hope. Not freedom, or happiness, or acceptance. Nor is it togetherness, or faith, or health. To me, the word is Choice. You always have to have a choice in life, a choice to love, or to hope for love. A choice to flow free, or to remain behind the comfortable walls built to encompass you. A choice to find available happiness, or to dwell in your egotistic pain. A choice to inwardly accept, or outwardly defy. A choice to be together, or alone. A choice to have faith and believe, or to second-guess and dispute. A choice to be mindfully healthy, or mindlessly unsound. Once we feel like we don’t have a choice, none of the above options can possibly be taken. No contrasts exist to motivate and drive us towards any of the polar coordinates. We become static, like stagnant putrid water: a breeding ground for mosquitos manipulating environmental hazards. So No Matter what your circumstances are and where you stand in life, always grapple for the spot in which you HAVE A CHOICE, from which you have a say. And you do. Any other spot is an illusion; do not sit down on the seat that someone perched on there for you, because it does not even exist beyond the confines of your current perception and theirs.

_{Beisan A. Alshafei}

_{March 26th, 2019}