“Give yourselves the reasons, if you don’t trust anyone else’, she heard. The sudden interruption caused her to forget about her muttering, look around and then think the situation through.
She rarely ever started a conversation but this was fascinating, and hadn't it been initiated already?
“How so?” she asked.
“You know the rights and the wrongs, a few if not all. You know when it’s okay to ask you, and you know when it’s not. And you know that anger is pointless when it’s something you can do, under your control.”
“But it’s not… destroying my peace, my contemplation. It’s wrong. Of course I am angry. Giving me an illusion of choice is wrong. Deciding my future for me is wrong.”
“Is it? Didn't you have your moments of peace? One cannot live in peace if there is a war going around in the surrounding or inside you. The illusion of choice was wrong, but so is this illusion, that of peace.”
She is speechless. It waits for her to speak; it gives her time to let it all sink in.
“The illusion of choice is given to you, you can however, correct it. Have your say. But this delusion, you have created it yourself; you've made yourself believe in it.
“You built your own shackles, you hold the key; it’s all you.”
“It’s all me”, she said to herself as her mind wrapped about this.
She lifted herself on her feet and looked at it, staring at her with similarly curious eyes, through the mirror.
She rarely ever started a conversation but this was fascinating, and hadn't it been initiated already?
“How so?” she asked.
“You know the rights and the wrongs, a few if not all. You know when it’s okay to ask you, and you know when it’s not. And you know that anger is pointless when it’s something you can do, under your control.”
“But it’s not… destroying my peace, my contemplation. It’s wrong. Of course I am angry. Giving me an illusion of choice is wrong. Deciding my future for me is wrong.”
“Is it? Didn't you have your moments of peace? One cannot live in peace if there is a war going around in the surrounding or inside you. The illusion of choice was wrong, but so is this illusion, that of peace.”
She is speechless. It waits for her to speak; it gives her time to let it all sink in.
“The illusion of choice is given to you, you can however, correct it. Have your say. But this delusion, you have created it yourself; you've made yourself believe in it.
“You built your own shackles, you hold the key; it’s all you.”
“It’s all me”, she said to herself as her mind wrapped about this.
She lifted herself on her feet and looked at it, staring at her with similarly curious eyes, through the mirror.
-Momina.
Great piece of writing! "Illusion of choices" has been driving me crazy for a long time now. Can't seem to make head or tail of it. Choices are there, freedom to choose our favourite choice is there, still the world in its meanest ways won't let us pick our choice.what an irony and what a just and fair game is being played with us, either we are too gullible or God thinks we are sages already...
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteI think too many choices only just overwhelm you and the freedom is an illusion for the most part.
What captured me throughout the post :
ReplyDelete"One cannot live in peace if there is a war going around in the surrounding or inside you. "
We tend to ignore the havoc inside.
Delete“The illusion of choice is given to you, you can however, correct it. Have your say. But this delusion, you have created it yourself; you've made yourself believe in it.
ReplyDelete“You built your own shackles, you hold the key; it’s all you.”
Just so true !!!
Thank you, Amrit! :D
Deleteand may be it s time to look else where and take a break :P
ReplyDeleteProbably, or just look in the same direction and see, like really see.
DeleteWondering in awe that what you just wrote is so simple yet so difficult to comprehend at times.It is so hard to tell ourselves the simple truth that we are the solution to our problems.
ReplyDeleteWe tend to complicate the simplest of things, maybe we find comfort when things are just a blur instead of crystal clear detail.
DeleteThey seem like they are choices, but then they're not. Somehow or someway, somebody else chose the choice for you and now when you standing at that point where that one road turns parts into two. You realise that sometimes, if not always, you don't get to have it your way. But then again, it's only the realisation. Realisations can always be molded and mended once they're realised :)
ReplyDeleteI loved what you wroee Momina!It made me think all that I wrote :3
Illusions are all they are!
DeleteThank you for your kind words, Lubaina!