I am one years old. I stand, leaning against the arm chair. Then I make a choice. I let go. My first steps.

I am now five standing in a playground. I make a choice to sit in the sand box next to the girl with the pretty blond hair. My future best friend.

I am eleven. Walking through the cafeteria of a new school. I make a choice. I sit at the table in the corner. I will never leave their sides.

I am fourteen. On the phone he asks a question. I say yes. My first love.

I am sixteen. I take the keys. I feel so free.

I am eighteen. I press the send button in the college application. This will determine my future.

I am twenty five. He is in front of me on one knee. I say yes. My new life.

Importance is decided by something's effect on success. It is measured by the direct effect of the things you do that bring you to be successful.

It is by this that I see choice potentially as being one of the quintessential items of import in all of our conscious existence!

We decide everything for ourselves and our lives,

This is choice,

Choice decides.

It guides the lines outlining the path we've walked,

our spent time

and the ripple of our wave

as we slowly glide in the shallows and walk this earthly experience.

As we shall remain in remnants of the things we affect and this is our mark on the world.

Our effect,

which we yeild every second

we react and how we choose to be.

So you see choice is key

to everyone in the long run,

and it places us in

unity as we all start from zero

with choice as the opportunity to be our baseline

as we solve for why

we're doing things.

Choice is not only taking action

but it's taking responsibility,

It is uniquely personal but universal throughout humanity.

Such a simple thing,

i find in it beauty,

and that is important

Like society taught me.

That was more joking

but as a last thing,

how could it be

that choice werent important

when there are so many

who would try to take it away?

In that moment my watch stopped working

Time stood still

I never realised as in that very second I was blinded by grief

For years I allowed it to eat away at me

It became a parasite sitting on my shoulder

Draining me of life of optimism of feeling anything good

Then I searched for a weapon to kill the monster

That weapon was Buddhism

In time I learnt that living in the past holds you back

Holding on to things that hurt you continue to wound

So I let it go and I became lighter as I let go of my grief

The monster the parasite fell off as there was nothing left to feed on

Now I can stand strong and say YES it happened but I cannot change that it did

Grief was my nemeses my downfall for so long

Words in the shape of prose and poem took it down

Words of wisdom of sense slaying everything majestically

Now there´s nothing which I cannot fight against and win

For I am a survivor resilient to all that life throws my way

The past is the past

Now is now

The future I cannot see

Nothing is forever

Everything is fleeting

So I pride myself on just living in the moment

Being the best that I can

For I know I am great

I have the knowledge I have the weapons

Armed with these I can endure anything

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