What a Choicy World.

We are cruel, but we can be the kindest creatures you will ever meet. Life is this fragile entity, or is it nothing but a state of mind. Do we fabricate what we want to see or feel. Is anything of this even real? Choices are all that we have in this world. We can choose to give a homeless man a handful of cash or we can be those malign animals and torture the unfortunate man by drowning him with our own success. Nothing but choices, this is what we will always have. It is what makes us different from ever other human being out their. Is it the thing that makes us human, having a choice? If I did not have the power to define my own life as it is right now then I would be nothing but a mindless cloud with a fluff full of tears, floating around the sky with no choice to either start a thunder storm or stop a hurricane. Imagine a world without a path, without the ability to choose which one to skip. Where would we be?