Maybe I’m late to realise this. But our life is not truly ours. Whether it’s the deities we choose to believe in, the family we’re born to, the nation we live in, or even the friends we choose to make.

Each of them (and many more) is about expectation. We expect something out of them, and we, in turn, are expected something out of ourselves.

Our choices then must also take them into account. And their choices affects us too.

To be free is to choose which ones do we want to keep and sometimes how much hurt you cause that you can forgive yourself for.

To be free is to sacrifice: the bonds, the expectations, and the uncertainty of what’s ahead.