It was difficult to choose. More radiation therapy, chemotherapy or a life threatening operation. But he wanted to live. He had not come this far and finally beaten off his enemy to surrender to an insidious disease.
Choose good or evil. Choose instincts. Choose what’s right. Choose to not be afraid any more. Choose to be a hero. Or are you a villain? Choose not to look back at the Tower of Babel. Look forward. Look forward and don’t regret a second of it all.
Jordan
At any point in time, you are at the centre of a sphere~ the sphere has endless textures, temperatures, flavours and outcomes, all interlinked like the roots of a tree; when you choose to make a decision, you are following one of these roots to the centre of the next sphere
If emotions are all fake, then I can choose to be happy. For so long I hated the fact that emotions weren’t as true as people make them out to be, that I could easily make myself love something or hate something or be happy or be sad. We’re like robots who pretend to feel.
But it doesn’t matter anymore. If we can control our emotions, force ourselves to feel, then I can make myself be happy. I choose to be happy, I choose those emotions that will make life better to live.
To be free. To love. To give, because in the end, selflessness is what matters more. Choose to live more than to exist. Our breaths are too precious to waste them. We can choose.
Wandering
He sat between the other children, staring at the screen overhead. His neck craned in an almost painful way as he thought in his head what he was going to pick from the prizes shown. Maybe some sort of neck brace, but then what would be the point of the whole experience if all he did was buy things for himself to continue getting hurt?
You can choose your life. You can choose your dreams. You can choose the one you love. But, you don’t always get the option to keep what you want. sometimes you choose something new; because that plan didn’t end up working out.
to choose is to be one who wills his fate and masters it no matter what the outcome. He is the one who will conqure his destiny.
Joseph Jones
i’ve chosen not to stress myself over the word “choose”. let these seconds fly by. they appear longer than usual, maybe because i’m waiting for them to end. and the blue line creeps forward still.
alison
Choices make choosing difficult but choosing is a test of mental decisiveness and ones ability to act quickly and efficiently, ruling out the lesser of goods. Choose wisely, children.
Lauren
As he was boarding the train and just beginning to think where he might choose to sit, he noticed an odd number of men in suites wearing square black sunglasses rendering eyes invisible. The door shut behind him and the g forces started pulling at his feet. The time had come, but he’d have never imagined it would all start like this.
As he was boarding the train, he noticed an odd number of men in suites wearing square black sunglasses rendering eyes invisible. The door shut behind him and the g forces started pulling at his feet. The time had come, but he’d have never imagined it would all start like this.
what do you choose to settle for? how can you choose who to love?
sometimes i wonder if i’ve lost my chance because you loved me then. you loved me before i understood how you loved me, not as a friend at that point.
you loved me, i hope you didn’t intentionally decide to because that was a poor life choice on your part.
we can’t choose who will break our hearts or how, only if we’ll let it happen at all.
Courtney
choose or choice.. choice, what do you choose? why do you choose that? is it fate? destiny? a grand design? sometimes I wonder about my choices, are they the right choices? do other think about the bigger picture? or is it just me? sometimes I think that maybe Im crazy, thinking about something so vast and abstract, I guess we like to think we have a choice, gives us a feeling of hope, and responsibility, but most importantly freedom.
susie
You have a choice. You always have a choice. And now it’s time to choose. Come on, look at your options. There’s nothing that ever gives you “no choice”. So whatever you’re putting off, stop. Because it’s time to choose.
The right guy or the wrong one? Do you follow your heart or think with your head? Instincts over reality?
kjfhsdkjf
its a choice. it’s my choice. i have the right to. no one else can for me. i like that i can. i like options. options make me happy. choosing can be hard, when i like more than one thing. i stand by my choice.
kate
The Truth or Dare game always ended with me looking like a fool one way or the other. But bowing out was not an option with Megan and Brittany and Josh beaming their blue eyes and white teeth like spotlights on the red carpet and me caught in the glare wearing last year’s fashions and lip stick on my teeth.
“Um … dare. I guess.” My mouth was so dry I wasn’t sure I hadn’t just eaten a box of zweiback.
who do you choose. what makes you blue. from who do you flee. check the text – it can wait. i only have 60 seconds and i just wasted 10 of them. and now i waste them thinking this of which i now type. oh well. i chose to look. i chose to waste time. and then i chose to focus back in. it swayed what i wrote. but that’s how everything is. one thing sparks the next which ignites the next and so on and on.
allie
There it is. Standing between a precipice and freedom is death. Or is there freedom in death. Maybe I’m being melodramatic. Maybe it really is that serious. Coke or Diet Coke. A few more calories could mean a heart attack, or a few extra pounds, or acne. I choose…water.
I choose to love..be faithful in my beliefs..give thanks to all that God has provided, will provide..and always forgive. Remain loyal and pursue my peace.
It can be difficult to do this. Sometimes I don’t even know how to. Especially with this game right here. I don’t know what to say, or how to say it. Like there are just so many words and things to “choose” from.
Austin C.
I chose to be this way. And I’m happy! I don’t want anyone else but me to determine where I am going to go in life, especially not by my mom. Just like how I chose not to go to school today.
I didn’t want to choose. Kiran and Nate were both my best friends, and I loved them in separate ways. I knew that my father wanted me to choose Nate; it would not reflect well for me to marry a “commoner.” But there was something about Kiran that made him almost irresistible…
Today you need to make a choice. What are all those things in your life that you are hanging on to just in case? What about the choice to go your own way or listen to other people? There are so many choices in life and problems begin when we leave things pending. So today, I dare you. Choose. Make one choice about anything, but be firm and DECIDE.
Isabel Pinaud
choose greatness. choose to be better than you were–than you are. choose to choose the rare choice. that choice that they—you are most fear. choose the fearless choice. choose to go above and beyond—choose to reach for heights unseen. choose even higher than that—then marvel at your choices.
choose greatness. choose to be better than you were–than you are. choose to choose the rare choice. that choice that they—you are most fear. choose the fearless choice. choose to go above and beyond—choose to reach for heights unseen. choose even higher than that—that marvel at your choices.
I didn’t choose this life; though I tell myself I did every day I’m alive. It keeps me moving forward–thinking I have a lesson to learn and a greater purpose to fulfill. But I’m not sure that I do–or if I’m even on the right path. Every day I want to give up. Every day it aches to survive. But every day I remind myself I chose this life, these circumstances, these trials and endless tormented nights… that I had a choice of what schools to go through this time around. Then I remind myself I have too much invested to just drop out. And I push forward another day.
Mai
Choosing to stop writing St Paul Sinners felt like a brave, bold choice. But I feel okay about it. Thinking about that story makes my entire body say NO, which is not an emotion you want to have when writing.
I choose to not go to university and this decision haunts me daily. Everyone suggests what I should and shouldnt do, but actually, I know what I want to do. I can choose. Not them. Not Baxter, not Mr Towers. Its my choice. And its up to me what to do with it.
Cicely
Choose the emerald ring with the bright green smile. Choose the bulbs of gold that flower into money trees. Choose the house with olive groves, the dresses from Venice, the trips around the world. Just don’t choose love.
I choose to play this hand. I don’t like it. it is a lousy hand i’ve been dealt, but the alternative is to throw my cards in and I’m not ready. I’m not a quitter. You’ll beat me fair and square, or I’ll die trying.
Sheila Good
I choose you he said
to the scrawny five year old
standing by himself on the cracked pavement
all the other’s had been chosen
his weak arms insufficient
he looked at his dainty fingers
and the fingers of the other boys
who grasped the ball firmly
life is full of choices, and i choose life.
It was difficult to choose. More radiation therapy, chemotherapy or a life threatening operation. But he wanted to live. He had not come this far and finally beaten off his enemy to surrender to an insidious disease.
Choose good or evil. Choose instincts. Choose what’s right. Choose to not be afraid any more. Choose to be a hero. Or are you a villain? Choose not to look back at the Tower of Babel. Look forward. Look forward and don’t regret a second of it all.
At any point in time, you are at the centre of a sphere~ the sphere has endless textures, temperatures, flavours and outcomes, all interlinked like the roots of a tree; when you choose to make a decision, you are following one of these roots to the centre of the next sphere
If emotions are all fake, then I can choose to be happy. For so long I hated the fact that emotions weren’t as true as people make them out to be, that I could easily make myself love something or hate something or be happy or be sad. We’re like robots who pretend to feel.
But it doesn’t matter anymore. If we can control our emotions, force ourselves to feel, then I can make myself be happy. I choose to be happy, I choose those emotions that will make life better to live.
To be free. To love. To give, because in the end, selflessness is what matters more. Choose to live more than to exist. Our breaths are too precious to waste them. We can choose.
He sat between the other children, staring at the screen overhead. His neck craned in an almost painful way as he thought in his head what he was going to pick from the prizes shown. Maybe some sort of neck brace, but then what would be the point of the whole experience if all he did was buy things for himself to continue getting hurt?
“I CHOOSE to feel well and healthy.” These are the words I use to get myself to pull out of the bleh that I’ve been experiencing.
Choose to think again
and then choose to leave.
Choose to look again
and see it new.
Choose to listen
but ignore the faces.
You can choose your life. You can choose your dreams. You can choose the one you love. But, you don’t always get the option to keep what you want. sometimes you choose something new; because that plan didn’t end up working out.
I choose me. The best choice that I ever made.
to choose is to be one who wills his fate and masters it no matter what the outcome. He is the one who will conqure his destiny.
i’ve chosen not to stress myself over the word “choose”. let these seconds fly by. they appear longer than usual, maybe because i’m waiting for them to end. and the blue line creeps forward still.
Choices make choosing difficult but choosing is a test of mental decisiveness and ones ability to act quickly and efficiently, ruling out the lesser of goods. Choose wisely, children.
As he was boarding the train and just beginning to think where he might choose to sit, he noticed an odd number of men in suites wearing square black sunglasses rendering eyes invisible. The door shut behind him and the g forces started pulling at his feet. The time had come, but he’d have never imagined it would all start like this.
As he was boarding the train, he noticed an odd number of men in suites wearing square black sunglasses rendering eyes invisible. The door shut behind him and the g forces started pulling at his feet. The time had come, but he’d have never imagined it would all start like this.
To be or not to be, that is the question, not whether to choose or not to choose. I cannot choose who I am.
But he couldn’t. He just…couldn’t.
what do you choose to settle for? how can you choose who to love?
sometimes i wonder if i’ve lost my chance because you loved me then. you loved me before i understood how you loved me, not as a friend at that point.
you loved me, i hope you didn’t intentionally decide to because that was a poor life choice on your part.
we can’t choose who will break our hearts or how, only if we’ll let it happen at all.
choose or choice.. choice, what do you choose? why do you choose that? is it fate? destiny? a grand design? sometimes I wonder about my choices, are they the right choices? do other think about the bigger picture? or is it just me? sometimes I think that maybe Im crazy, thinking about something so vast and abstract, I guess we like to think we have a choice, gives us a feeling of hope, and responsibility, but most importantly freedom.
You have a choice. You always have a choice. And now it’s time to choose. Come on, look at your options. There’s nothing that ever gives you “no choice”. So whatever you’re putting off, stop. Because it’s time to choose.
i choose you pikachu
The right guy or the wrong one? Do you follow your heart or think with your head? Instincts over reality?
its a choice. it’s my choice. i have the right to. no one else can for me. i like that i can. i like options. options make me happy. choosing can be hard, when i like more than one thing. i stand by my choice.
The Truth or Dare game always ended with me looking like a fool one way or the other. But bowing out was not an option with Megan and Brittany and Josh beaming their blue eyes and white teeth like spotlights on the red carpet and me caught in the glare wearing last year’s fashions and lip stick on my teeth.
“Um … dare. I guess.” My mouth was so dry I wasn’t sure I hadn’t just eaten a box of zweiback.
Later I was glad I’d was born ambidextrous.
who do you choose. what makes you blue. from who do you flee. check the text – it can wait. i only have 60 seconds and i just wasted 10 of them. and now i waste them thinking this of which i now type. oh well. i chose to look. i chose to waste time. and then i chose to focus back in. it swayed what i wrote. but that’s how everything is. one thing sparks the next which ignites the next and so on and on.
There it is. Standing between a precipice and freedom is death. Or is there freedom in death. Maybe I’m being melodramatic. Maybe it really is that serious. Coke or Diet Coke. A few more calories could mean a heart attack, or a few extra pounds, or acne. I choose…water.
I choose to love..be faithful in my beliefs..give thanks to all that God has provided, will provide..and always forgive. Remain loyal and pursue my peace.
It can be difficult to do this. Sometimes I don’t even know how to. Especially with this game right here. I don’t know what to say, or how to say it. Like there are just so many words and things to “choose” from.
I chose to be this way. And I’m happy! I don’t want anyone else but me to determine where I am going to go in life, especially not by my mom. Just like how I chose not to go to school today.
I didn’t want to choose. Kiran and Nate were both my best friends, and I loved them in separate ways. I knew that my father wanted me to choose Nate; it would not reflect well for me to marry a “commoner.” But there was something about Kiran that made him almost irresistible…
Today you need to make a choice. What are all those things in your life that you are hanging on to just in case? What about the choice to go your own way or listen to other people? There are so many choices in life and problems begin when we leave things pending. So today, I dare you. Choose. Make one choice about anything, but be firm and DECIDE.
choose greatness. choose to be better than you were–than you are. choose to choose the rare choice. that choice that they—you are most fear. choose the fearless choice. choose to go above and beyond—choose to reach for heights unseen. choose even higher than that—then marvel at your choices.
choose greatness. choose to be better than you were–than you are. choose to choose the rare choice. that choice that they—you are most fear. choose the fearless choice. choose to go above and beyond—choose to reach for heights unseen. choose even higher than that—that marvel at your choices.
I didn’t choose this life; though I tell myself I did every day I’m alive. It keeps me moving forward–thinking I have a lesson to learn and a greater purpose to fulfill. But I’m not sure that I do–or if I’m even on the right path. Every day I want to give up. Every day it aches to survive. But every day I remind myself I chose this life, these circumstances, these trials and endless tormented nights… that I had a choice of what schools to go through this time around. Then I remind myself I have too much invested to just drop out. And I push forward another day.
Choosing to stop writing St Paul Sinners felt like a brave, bold choice. But I feel okay about it. Thinking about that story makes my entire body say NO, which is not an emotion you want to have when writing.
I choose to not go to university and this decision haunts me daily. Everyone suggests what I should and shouldnt do, but actually, I know what I want to do. I can choose. Not them. Not Baxter, not Mr Towers. Its my choice. And its up to me what to do with it.
Choose the emerald ring with the bright green smile. Choose the bulbs of gold that flower into money trees. Choose the house with olive groves, the dresses from Venice, the trips around the world. Just don’t choose love.
I choose to play this hand. I don’t like it. it is a lousy hand i’ve been dealt, but the alternative is to throw my cards in and I’m not ready. I’m not a quitter. You’ll beat me fair and square, or I’ll die trying.
I choose you he said
to the scrawny five year old
standing by himself on the cracked pavement
all the other’s had been chosen
his weak arms insufficient
he looked at his dainty fingers
and the fingers of the other boys
who grasped the ball firmly