Romans & histoires Hidup Itu Pilihan

" They stopped. A gate where two guards stood beside. "They're gone?" "I don't know." "Maybe it's a prank, right?" "Hmm... Maybe. Let's go." "Yes. I'm bored anyway." Then they got away. ....... However, this is not just a prank or a play. It is about life. The choice! What is the choice? The choice you decide cannot be changed. Once you choose something you change your life. Once you lose blame your choice! Blame yourself.

“I don’t care what you think, just leave me alone. I’m completely tired of living a life that isn’t mine.” “We don’t get to choose what family we are born into and for those of us born into these unfortunate situations, we don’t get to choose the kind of life we live except you can buy yourself out. A rare privilege I offered you and one which you tossed to the ground… very sad I must say.

“Pain, happiness, money, and family... all those are just small parts of life. In the end, what really matters are the choices one makes as they slowly proceed through the cycle of life… While I’m not sure what experiences you’ve undergone before, I do know that life isn’t constantly filled with grief and pain. Enjoyable parts of life definitely exist, and once individuals realize that, they’ll surely live better lives instead of constantly complaining about life’s injustices…” explained Gerald.

Hello? But nothing's impossible, right? Things that are very impossible to people sometimes even made possible “Right. You really have a say on my life.”, I pouted “Nobody has the rights to have a say on your life, Elie. Yes, they can give you their opinion, but that doesn't mean you'll follow or make it. You're the one who's holding your life, so the decision is yours. No matter how good or bad it is, the decision will be always be from you. Just do it and wait for its result. You'll surely learn from each of your decision.”, he added which made me amazed

When you can choose for Others, then why not for yourself…! Choice was like … “…….!!!!!”

It is better that way; . . . . . This is life.

I'd always had a choice. That's a funny word, choice. There are people who still think being gay or straight is a choice. No one can help whom they are attracted to, but we do have a choice. A choice to hide what we are, or to live free. A choice to be or to not be, just like Hamlet said. The only trick with choice is that we have to be willing to live with the consequences. For Taylor, for us, I was. "That is my girlfriend Taylor. What's your point, Macie?"

A continuity that briefly includes the people who are living it. She is living it. She chose to live it. Every single day.

Love, he realized, was not survival. It was choice. And he would choose her—even if it ended him

“Oh, I see. Then I’m not spoiling the surprise…” “Then you think I will survive?” “That depends on you. How much do you want to keep on living? Remember that you were offered a wish?” “Yes…” “Then, try to remember what was your choice.” “I chose to keep things as they were and keep my memories.” “Well, that was a very wise choice.” “But I might die now…” “Yes, you might, but… well, people mostly don’t understand that things go the way they go to take them where they need to get… haha, it sounds complicated…”