choices-and-consequences

There__ a Chinese word that means __oul sister,_ and that is the word I would use to address you in my heart. Listen to me, soul sister: Fate or luck or destiny already put you through hell once. Please don__ make it worse by condemning yourself. There is no choice that would have left you feeling no guilt. Every time I watch Adam struggle to speak, every time I see another child laugh and point at him, every time I watch his face fall as he realizes he is not going to be treated like the other kids, I feel wrenched by guilt just as you did when you heard my story. Life is hard. We make the best choices we can. Condemnation, whether it comes from around you or inside you, only robs the world of another dram of compassion. God knows, we need all the compassion we can get. If you promise to try to forgive yourself, I__l try to forgive myself as well. I think, in my heart of hearts, that there is nothing for either one of us to forgive.

Make the right choicesFor the right reasonsand the right things will happen.

We must experience Heaven on earth;May your homes, surroundings and work places portray a safe clean environment.

The choices we make determines our destiny.

Life is about making good choices, Matt. One after the other. They pile up day after day. It's only when you look back that you can see what the choices led to. What you're able to stand on.

Maybe Lindsay and I are best friends and we hate each other, both. Maybe I__ only one math class away from being a slut like Anna Cartullo. Maybe I am like her, deep down. Maybe we all are: just one lunch period away from eating alone in the bathroom. I wonder if it__ ever really possible to know the truth about someone else, or if the best we can do is just stumble into each other, heads down, hoping to avoid collision.

You cannot hinder someone__ free will, that__ the first law of the Universe, no matter what the decision.

I choose to choose few words each day. Yes! few words that count. Few words that can make impact. Few words that talk much. Few words that can make people ponder to wonder. Few words that are indelible. Few words that can leave distinctive footprints on minds. Though we may fail to mind our words, we shall never fail to mind the works of our words.

If you want a new tomorrow, then make new choices today.

You made a choice__ single choice. How neat to think you may have opened the door to a wondrous future without knowing.

Who you are today is the outcome of the choices you have made in the past. Choices that you will make today, will shape your future.

Each generation searches their memories for time lost, feels the urgent exigencies of the present, and worries about the uncertainty of the future. Akin to preceding generations, how we live, the choices we make for surviving and loving, is our story.

The virtuous man takes the middle road between the two extremes, making a point of being respectful of his own ideas without changing his personality or style.

What must be done must be done, whatever the price, the cost, the pain. One day we all must walk through fire.

Patience is the antidote to the restless poison of the Ego. Without it we all become ego-maniacal bulls in china shops, destroying our future happiness as we blindly rush in where angels fear to tread. In these out-of-control moments, we bulldoze through the best possible outcomes for our lives, only to return to the scene of the crime later to cry over spilt milk.

All souls make choices throughout their lives, some are good and some are evil - their fate with the universe has no bearing on those choices. Their choices permit them to be whole or to remain fragmented

Failing to meet your true destiny is a tragic act of free will.

Human freedom brings with it the burden of choice and of its consequences. As humankind is akin to claim for its own special privilege a certain unique destiny not afforded with equal measure to other organisms, so must it further__f paradoxically so__ntertain the assumption that, in spite of this glorious determinism, there persists nonetheless a thread of free will__r, at the very least, some vague delusion thereof__oven seamlessly into the tapestry of collective experience. Of course, this conception that destiny is to be forged by one__ own hands more often engenders greater restriction than it does greater extension to the potential of human happiness.