Here We Go Again

I got up again. My day followed its normal start one thing leading to another. Some of them are beyond choice and some seem beyond choice like coffee. However I do believe in the midst of routine we do have choice much more than chance. We have decisions much more than routine. I'm guilty of declaring that its the same old same old, but even that is a choice. I can choose to succumb to this ritualistic path or take control of my life. What is the great problem with accepting more responsibility for our own life. God gave me free will and I use it even when I seem to choose a rut rather than a road, a pattern rather than a path. May I not give up the privilege of being truly free, truly human by abdicating my responsibility to use the moment instead of embracing monotony. So here I go again, another day, another chance. Let there be life.