A Tale of two choices

It was 6:29 am, he was frail, and his soft body and limbs tickled his mother’s arms. The path before him was full of turns, and he was helpless. But he was determined and was glowing with new found warmth. His body surged with the changes that shook the foundation of the self image he may have known. He welcomed himself with the echoes of his very own cries. Safe in the newness of shared body warmth, he looked for the first time at the life so attached to his own. It was a feeling of a life time, relief, joy, and sheer love swept over him when his mother came close to his forehead and brushed it with her lips. He needed not a name, for that was something he had been granted long ago, he was present here way before his birth, he just joined the world now. He was no other than me. Who had just come to life and had two choices before him, the right and wrong, the preference had to be his.

During life I have always encountered two paths, one going to a right way one to the wrong or at times both going to the right way and the choice had to be mine. One has to choose between what one has to go for. At times, I have come across those turns in life which lead to the wrong direction, all of them, not even a single right way out! And I had to choose between the devil and the deep sea. I had to look for the better option, but I still hated myself. Well this is how life goes I guess. You have to spend looking for a better path; the right choice has to be made.

Becoming a self-emotionally separating from our families of origin, choosing what we believe and value and choosing how we live based on our own inner guidance rather than on what is expected of us, is critical for our growth, to our fullness as a person. It is absolutely essential that we learn to distinguish between who we are as individuals and whatever rules we learned to follow automatically because we internalized the do’s and the don’ts, and the should’s and the ought’s of our childhoods.

I think this is what having choice is really about. Knowing we are able to say no, but also being able to say yes; being able to freely choose something we know may be hard and painful and, perhaps, exhausting and even traumatic because our heart tells us it’s the right thing. When we choose instead of unwillingly doing something because we think we must do it, we enter into a whole new existence. This kind of choice may involve actions like publicly taking an unpopular stand, giving away a substantial part of our incomes in support of a cause, giving time in our busy lives to help someone or to work on be-half of something we value, or doing without something we desire in order to help someone we love or to help the planet.

Even in the smallest and in the fastest decisions I have tried to make. I was occupied with once again a number of decisions I could make. And I would always refer to my friends for their help and support. You have to make such an assessment which doesn’t make u feel that u did not take the road that had to be taken. My mind is not frail now; it has learnt a bunch of factors that makes life competitive and makes it sound fun, the aspect that fills color in it, and the thing that makes it adventurous.