The perspective of a wandering mind

I'm at my grandmother's place and as I sit on her bed, I'm taken back 3 years to when I sat in the exact same place without having to put the slightest thought into it. The feelings, the emotions came rushing back into me like the water escaping from an open dam. Life always gives us a choice and what we decide do with that often leads us to one of two paths, i.e., happiness or guilt. As I sit here, I contemplate every choice that I have ever made. I have seen a man look at his dead wife's photograph. I have seen a brother cry over his mother's loss, I have seen a man being told that he has not much time to live and that nothing can be done, I have seen a mother cry as she held her child for the first time. These are too many emotions a person feels in his day-to-day life. Materialistic choices are easy to make, as in to make a choice between jobs, education, clothes etc. But what about the emotional choices? How does one make all the right emotional choices making ...

There often comes a time in one's life where they have to choose what the world wants over what they want in the sense they have to choose a path which gives more happiness and peace to the world that to the individual himself. I often wondered why any individual irrespective of age or sex have to choose a path in which they know for sure is not the path they would choose for themselves, why is it that they choose another's happiness over theirs? Do we as individuals owe anything to this world by being born into it? The minute we are born, from that very second, our moral obligation to love our family begins. As we grow and mature, we make bonds of frienship, love, hatred and most importantly, we create a bond with ourselves which grows to be the fuel in our lives and nurtures us eveyday. Of all these bonds, a bond of love is always sudden in its onset, like how a mother knows for sure she will love nothing more than her child the minute she hears it's first cry, a father r...