The life that we live
the smile that we give
the things that we perceive
are nothing but our choices.
The paths on which we walk
the things about which we talk
the memories that we stock
are nothing but our choices.
The emotions that we convey
the actions that we delay
the people from whom we go away
are nothing but our choices.
The stories that we knit
the values to which we commit
the vulnerabilities that we admit
are nothing but our choices.
The anticipation of what’s to come
the nurturing of who we want to become
the tunes of triumph that we hum
are nothing but our choices.