I have believed through out my life that at any given point ,no matter how much screwed everything might seem ,there is an inherent freedom of choice that man has been given as his birth right.I call it freedom because though the choices on their own might not be the most liberating of things ,but you are always free to choose one path or the other or either to choose the given path or to not to choose it.
This brings in a sense of security for what reasons I am unclear ,perhaps ,because this room in which I stand always has a door out of it -it is not closed with stones and bricks on all its four sides.
You know ,we find it comfortable and satisfactory to assume the concept of infinity ,basically because man is a creation who is afraid of knowing his limits.Once there is a limit to his imagination ,in this case the universe -time ,space and beyond-there is a limitation which has been imposed on him -which is one thing he can never agree to -just like an animal which will never like to be caged.
Though the concept of choice in some situations provides us with rather limited options,but the fact that we have the power to choose even if it is between the limited options satisfies our human ego.
Well ,the post was not supposed to be on this philosophy ,rather it was supposed to drive home the point that the choices made,the decision taken , the thoughts encountered are all very important in deciding the character one builts and the course his/her life shall follow.This seems like a moral science lecture 
Today morning when I got up at 7:45 I had a choice of attending the 8'o clock class or bunking it ,much easily lying on my cosy bed ;but only for my alarm clock -room mate who unluckily had taken more sleep than needed and I thought it was better to complete the rest of my sleep in the sleepy class than in my fully awakened room.Once there I had the choice of sitting in the front row or taking my favorite backbench-then the choice of putting my head down and sleeping or looking into the eyes of the professor and sleeping.Ditto next class with the important modification of the choice between reading a novel or the spicy newspaper.Then I had an assignment to submit -still I had the choice of completing in one of the lectures in an hour break after my 2nd class or at the eleventh hour -in the lunch break of 1 hour or then not submitting it at all .It so happens that eleven is my favourite number.
My life is full of choices at every point -and why just mine-it is the same for everyone.All around I see people taking decisions on their careers ,their extra-curriculars ,their love life ,their family matters ,friends ,habits and what not.All showing that everyone of them has plenty of options .
A judge has an option - of standing for what is right or for what people might consider right or simply being wrong on his part.The judge enjoys his position because he has options.Any person with more options is in a better position at that moment of choice,but I believe ,its only for that moment,after he has made his choice, he gets equal with those who had a lesser number of choice-after that he can be judged looking back and judging his judgement -his choice.So though all of us have the power to decide at some point of time ,but still we are answerable to the choices we make.
A seeker of justice has an option to stand up and question what has been imposed on him/her or not to.Acceptance or denial of mistakes is another choice.Keeping opinions is another choice.Choosing the man/woman you wish to spend your rest of life with is one of the crucial choices-though this might be an arbitary term 'crucial ' no situation is unimportant enough not to be crucial.Like it might be a crucial decision ,if at this junction I decide not to share all my precious thoughts with all you sleeping ,irregular visitors to my blog.....hm..... choices make up life - life is a choice .
