Choice for love

Sometimes I wonder...will I ever be the same person if I chose a different choice in the past?
I heard somebody say that the choices you make define who you really are.
I think that is true.
But,
The definition of self must come from within you, not from another person.
I think this is because only you will know the true reason for the choices you made, others could only speculate.
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Love, love, love

Love is a choice, is it not?
Maybe love is indeed blind because you could never choose who you will fall in love with.
But,
after falling in love, the decision to go through with the love and pursue it till the very end is a choice right? The other choice is to let your love go away, to fade into the days gone by.

Sometimes feelings of love make people lose their heads, right?
So, after the initial infatuation, rational thinking would have to be reinstalled immediately.
If not, hearts would be broken. Incapacitated by the need for a reciprocal reaction.
If there is none, the feelings should be erased. Like formatting a hard drive when it is infected by a virus.
Then reboot.
Start over.

But in the end, it's your choice anyway: to pursue it or not.
If unable to erase it permanently, just keep it in the recycle bin.
You can always restore it later ;)

Promises to keep

Salam

I've deleted my chatbox and also my slideshow at the end of this page. It doesn't seem to serve any significant purpose.

I'm taking a time out for a while. I feel kinda weird.

There's so many that I have to do, even though sometimes I wish I don't have to.

Here's a beautiful poem from Robert Frost:

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Postgraduate Life: A Documentary ;)

Ahhh....a life of a postgraduate :P