The problem, my good friend Bagaria tells me, with making choices when you actually have real choices to make in life, is that we get scared. We get scared, he elaborates, of making the wrong choices. And that, is what makes decision making so difficult.

A contradictory view to that is that there is no such thing as free will and no such thing as real choices that we make. I know D would have disagreed with this all together, but as fatalistic as it may sound, more often than not I find myself agreeing with the contradictory view. I defence of this view, however, is the argument regarding the existence of destiny. I mean think about it. If there is a destiny then the major decisions that would impact the course of that destination should not really be in the hands of the traveller – for they might take the wrong path. Counter to that is that the concept of destiny means that the traveller will take the path that leads to the the destination no matter what. Then, if that were the case, then how does the choice of what path to take remain a real choice? Doesn’t it become an illusion?

I don’t remember the name of the author who wrote the book – but ‘Freewill’ is an excellent book on the topic. It has the letters F.R.E.E.W.I.L.L. hanging by strings like puppets on the cover over a red background. If you get your hands on it (dear anonymous reader) do give it a read. It will shake some concepts.

The fatalist view also conforms to what I wrote yesterday about life asking tough questions and answering them on its own. One might choose to delude oneself with the illusion of freewill in such decisions, but that doesn’t change how everything falls into place so that there’s nothing left for you to pick that one particular option.

Anyways. One thing is sorted. I can’t leave my parents no matter what happens. Either I stay put, or they travel with me. And I mean this with absolute positivity.