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Sep 12
I, as a curious human being,
love to question choices—
whether they are mine or others’.
But I like questioning the latter,
as I used to feel they are not related to me.

But alas, how wrong I was,
’cause the choices I thought didn’t affect me
were affected by me.

I always have questioned the choices of my mother:
why is she so determined about things?
Why is she so stubborn,
never minding her business?

But who would tell the  foolish me—
it takes two hands to clap,
and with one, it’s a slap.

The foolish and immature behavior of mine
were the reasons, I thought,
behind her choice of life.

But then I learned
it was because she made a choice
to be my mother.

So before questioning choices of others,
question yours.
You will find they are your choices,
but are made due to others around you as well.

And hence, follow the same principle
while questioning others
about their choices.

And the lesson I learnt:
never question someone else’s choices—
for what you end up finding
might only add to your burden.
Nanu
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Nanu  21/F
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