Choice: or Chosen to Choose
Free will is the most precious gift: and that gift is choice. Those of you with a background in Marxism will tell me that the choices we make are based on the illusion of choice.
Yes you are correct, to an extent. We have the choice of where to work, but not necessarily the choice of whether or not to work. Which is a fine example of an illusory choice. Unfortunately for those of you rejoicing in this logical victory: I’m not talking about illusory choices today.
The choices that matter, the ones that you’ll agonize over, are actually choices you’ve already made, your heart makes those decisions; all you’ve got to do is learn to listen.
I can hear that whisper, like a low hum in the background, a figurative trail made of breadcrumbs, leading me ever onward, each step closer and closer to where that choice matters most.
I’ve found what I’ve been looking for at long last, and somehow it is everything I never knew I always wanted.
Keep it real kids,
❤ ry
curro ergo sum 
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