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Choice

Very often we are made to feel that we have the liberty to choose anything we want in life, that we need to be bold enough to pursue it. Very often whenever we try to make that choice, the chilling fear of the unknown consequences or what the road not taken would lead us to often make us reluctant in making our choice. Weighing in all the pros and the cons, we often land up taking the safest route leaving our dreams and aspirations lurking somewhere in the corner.  

And there are times when we give up everything so that we can fulfill everyone’s expectations, to be a good wife, good daughter, good sibling or even a good employee. But is it enough for the self? Does it make you feel happy looking forward to every new day?  Very often what we do is expected from us and very often the effort and the tiredness and juggling everything in between lures us and perhaps the saddest part is the effort often gets unnoticed. So dies the dreams, aspirations and the identity of the self but life goes on undisturbed and when we are about to kick the bucket will we realize a life not lived for self, filling with nothing but the regret of not having the courage to pursue what we have always wanted. But very often choice is perhaps the hardest thing to make….

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  1. Overcome LifeSeptember 20, 2025 at 8:41 PM

    First of all, welcome back to blogging!!! It's been so long!!!
    Well, life is a journey. We learn and grow along the process. And like you said, most often, we lived life according to other people's life expectation. The starting point is usually always the hardest but you have made your first step. Not only that. You have also taken steps to many new things in your life that you never imagined doing it before.
    My advise is be grateful and take all your experience positively and believe that everything happens for good reasons.
    Life is full of ups and downs and it happens to everyone. You are not alone.
    So, count your gratitude and slowly, fulfill your dream a bit by a bit, each and every day.
    Take care Tshering and wish you all the best in everything in your life!!! XO ^_^

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