Choices
Some say free will is an illusion that limits a man to impossibilities. Do u think same?
Few say its an excuse man gives to live carelessly, while others claim its God's gift to man.
What do u believe?
Are you choices really yours,  or someones plot you are acting?
What if we are just pieces on a chess board,  been given a voice command,  but thinks it moves on its own accord?

ARE OUR CHOICES REALLY OURS?

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