Are we free to choose?
Dreams versus responsibilities. Obligations or illusions? Are we really free to choose our preferred destinations? Are we really free to make our own decisions? Or do we all inherit our ancestors' despair and our parents' faux pas?
All around me I see patterns, generational sequences endlessly reoccuring. After empathically paying attention to my ancestors' regrets, I realised that I had had the displeasure of experiencing similar situations despite of the different era I live in.
That is why these are called generational trauma and curses. Till the root of the problem is not addressed, the sequence repeats itself, irrespective of how careful one is. For some it is the evil seed of phallocracy, for others the cancerous mole that is poverty. The wretched misery and its companion, the overwhelming confusion, never stops visiting us, thus cultivating bitterness and hopelessness in our lives.
For me the ultimate answer was finding my life purpose. Finding it was not enough though, fulfilling it was the cherry on top of the cake. It brought me a desire to seek balance. Balance in healing my relationship within myself and with my ancestors. I had to understand and be compassionate regarding my own sorrow and that of those who walked the earth before me.
Today I declare proudly that my destiny is mine to choose.
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