A Choice Most of the matters in life are out of one’s hands; one can never be born to a parent of his/her liking or the conditions (circumstances) that envelop birth- be it temporal, spatial or matters of exclusive dimensions- becoming of age or not, at a significant time period can also never be of our choosing. Having a specific talent or having been able to choose to have an above average IQ (Intelligence Quotient) or EQ (Emotional Quotient) for conducting a particular activity might be something out of our reach and a paradox for understanding. But we do have the power to opt for a character our existence can bear fruitfully. Making a choice brings you to a struggle, a fight that you need to make the promise right, or else the path of escape. Finding your reality in the easy way or taking the hard way through. Paying the price of the affair or possessing it by force, in reality one is making its own Individuality all along. Living the way we live actually turns out to make our identity, the identity that we choose for ourselves, the identity that makes us who we are. Thus we continue to live like that.