Voice for a Choice

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Every breath I take, every step I make, and then every mistake. It’s the choice I make.
Talking about freedom in the context of making one’s own free choice exists. It is the courage to make take that step of one’s choice. We do make mistakes, but that doesn’t mean we stop making our choices. Choice has to be voiced. It’s freedom given to us with responsibility. And conditions apply.

Whether it’s choosing a career or life-partner, buying a house or car, we all have done our research, made mistakes and made it right. Our choice is the reflection of our unfulfilled desires. The way I see it, it makes me feel independent and of course, responsible for my actions and decisions I take. Going with a goal in mind and desire in my heart, Some have been too far-fetched and unreasonable. But haven’t stopped putting efforts in pursuing them. It will materialize some day. It seems illogical to the practical and realistic. I live in a world of making dreams happen. Obstacles are bound to come my way, and there are negativities seem to surround me, tell that they are unreal and won’t happen.

The truth is my perceptions and all that faith and hope it making it work. It’s not the result that bothers me, but the very thing I went ahead to make voice my choice. The voices in my head say different things to keep my away from the thought of working it all. The resistance and fear of burying the choices remains just because they don’t seem right to the person approving it. But I don’t hold myself back as that’s the power of choice, that shapes my life. I live life way different from the rest, it’s no less than the ordinary. But it’s special and I stand out from what everyone does.
‘Swaraj’ is my birth-right was the slogan, ‘Choice’ is my left-right. Choice is taken by heart, decisions by the mind. I’m in love with my choice and aware of its consequences. I want to get the choice made, lawfully for my satisfaction and ‘my own’ to vouch for me, stand by me. It’s not a mistake, it’s a take. It’s one chance without too many takes. But I will rise again with a different approach. I seek justification for my choice, it may seem stupid for them, but I know being crazy for something/someone you love will not leave you abandoned.

It’s too soon to say with all that surety, ‘Yehi hai right choice baby’, but holding the reigns tight, I have made my choice, I’m sure. I can do without support, if I have to walk alone, but I have voices behind my choices. It’s voice that should support, not forsake for the sake of my choice. For namesake, I’m not for it. I believe in the reason, and I want you to believe in me for that.

You refuse to hear me out, you deny me the right to choose. But dear, I’m too your choice. Don’t let me down. Choice is ours, not mine alone. Let it bind, not explode.
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