Life is all about choices

[ar]

Long time ago, a friend told me so. At that point I never agreed with him. But later I pondered over it. And each time I face a difficulty or I realize I have made a big mistake, I think about it again.



I chose my life. I chose my mistakes, may be unknowingly. I chose to rectify it or may be not.

Even abiding by somebody else’s decision was my choice after all. The consequences are all a result of my choice. There’s no one I can blame for my life. But there are people I can turn to for support.



And that too is my choice.

And one day I shall choose my death too…