freedom-of-choice

The only freedom of choice you have is the ability to define your own path and destiny.

Worldly possessions didn't matter much to him, but his freedom did. He could come and go as he pleased, with nothing more than the backpack underneath his seat. It was a simple existence for a simple man.

We all have vices, visible and invisible. Some we deliberately keep secret. Others we don__ even realize or we refuse to admit we have_Vices can be lots of fun, or they can turn your life into a living hell. Accept them for what they are, just another aspect of the mind__ creation, and you can enjoy them__f you choose__ithout being broken by them.- Zeena Schreck for VICE Magazine

I'm sure it's not any wish of mine that I'm born with inclinations for better things. If I could be born again, and had the designing of myself, I'd be born the lowest and coarsest-minded person imaginable, so that I could find plenty of companionship, or I'd be born an idiot, which would be better still.

The feminism of equality, of toughness, of anti-discrimination, has been overwhelmed by one of victimhood and demands for special treatment....At a certain point, when we demand an equal ratio of men to women in certain fields, what we__e criticizing is not __he system,_ but the choices that women themselves are making.....let__ keep our eye on the question of equal opportunity and stop obsessing about equal outcomes, lest we find ourselves trying to cure society, not of sexism, but of free choice.

I shall have my lasso, I shall lead the course;I recognize it__ time to mount a different horse.

Muhammad introduced the concept of such Glorious and Omnipotent God in Whose eyes all worldly systems are pieces of straw. Islamic equality of mankind is no fiction as it is in Christianity. No human mind has ever thought of such total freedom as established by Muhammad.

Check the history, more people died for freedom than love, people need freedom before they need love.

I have a very addictive personality. If it isn__ women, it__ money. If it isn__ money, it__ speeding. And if it isn__ speeding, it__ women. I also like expensive video consoles where I can punch, kick, screw, shoot and drive legally all night anywhere I fucking well want to.

Colour outside the lines, live outside the box. Don__ let anyone tell you what to do, or not. Don__ be afraid, listen to your heart. Heaven is a state of being _ of one-ness, and Hell is a state of being _ lost. We simply need to live as we best define ourselves, find our own ways of being who we are in our world. There is no requirement - only freedom of choice. We should not be judged if we are doing what we think best according to our perceptions at any given time. Guilt should be discarded, moved beyond - what matters is who we choose to be in the next moment, given what we might have learned. We continually create ourselves anew. Forgiving someone is a great way to show love, and forgive yourself too for the hurt you held onto far too long. Take back the energy you have wasted on these things and reclaim your power to be your next best self. Honour the past but refresh, expand, renew, fulfill. Heaven is within us, always reachable.

Sometimes, we expect life to work a certain way and when it doesn__ we blame others or see it as a sign, rather than face the pain of the choices we should or shouldn__ have made. Real healing won__ begin until we stop saying, __od prevented this or that._ Often in our attempt to protect ourselves from pain, we leave things to fate and don__ take chances. Or, we don__ work hard enough to keep the blessings we are given. Maybe, we didn't recognize a blessing, until it was too late. Often, it is the lies we tell ourselves that keeps us stuck in a delusion of not being responsible for our lives. We leave it all up to God. The truth is we are not leaves blowing toward our destiny without any control. To believe this is to take away our freedom of choice and that of others. The final stage of grief is acceptance. This can__ be reached through always believing God willed the outcomes in our lives, despite our inaction or actions. To think so is to take the easy escape from our accountability. Sometimes, God has nothing to do with it. Sometimes, we just screwed up and guarded our heart from accepting it, by putting our outcome on God as the reason it turned out the way it did. Faith is a beautiful thing, but without work we can give into a mysticism of destiny that really doesn't teach us lessons or consequences for our actions. Life then becomes a distorted delusion of no accountability with God always to blame for battles we walked away from, won or loss.

In itself, homosexuality is as limiting as heterosexuality: the ideal should be to be capable of loving a woman or a man; either, a human being, without feeling fear, restraint, or obligation.

The principles of storytelling are immutable, explaining why we see shards of ourselves in other people__ stories. All enduring stories predicate its themes upon humankind__ ability to exercise free will. Without a character__ ability to make choices of how to act, there can be no story. In absence of free will, there is no humanity. Only after God evicted them from the Garden of Eden, could Adam and Eve experience what it means to be human.

Never underestimate the power you have to take your life in a new direction.

Trading old broken mirrors that feed lies into our souls for new mirrors of freedom requires choices.

Here is the trap you are in.... And it's not my trap__ haven't trapped you. Because abortions are illegal, women who need and want them have no choice in the matter, and you__ecause you know how to perform them__ave no choice, either. What has been violated here is your freedom of choice, and every woman's freedom of choice, too. If abortion was legal, a woman would have a choice__nd so would you. You could feel free not to do it because someone else would. But the way it is, you're trapped. Women are trapped. Women are victims, and so are you.

One a' them rules is don't go trusting another man's path...People do it, they do what their mommies and daddies did, they make them same mistakes, they have them same joys and hurts, they just repeating. Trees don't grow exactly where their momma is; ain't no room...I weren't following no one up through life.

When national ideals are confined to insignificant issues reflective primarily of a personal choice, there lies a problem of distorted priorities.