Amit Sodha | 
02 28th, 2006| 
(Part 1) I thought it about I finally did a clear and concise piece on the Power of choice…this philosphy that I’ve been babbling on about for a good few years now. Those who know me well will know that I’ve been using the term “The Power of Choice” for a good few years now so first off let me explain how this all began.
Firstly I was chain emailed a story about a man who owned a restaurant. The story goes:
This man was the kind of man you loved to hate. He was always in a good mood which can sometimes get a little irritating. One day I asked him: “How is it that you’re so cheerful everyday?” His responded: “Everyday when I wake, I can choose to be happy or I can choose to be grumpy, either way the choice is mine.
One evening this man who owned the restaurant was cashing up at the end of the day and just about to put the days takings into the safe at the end of the night. At that moment thieves broke in and shot the owner and stole the money. The next thing the man remembered was being in a hospital surround by doctors and nurses exclaiming; ” We’re losing him!” He replied; “You can’t get rule me out that easily, I choose to live!” That lightened the mood in the room and the nurses and doctors laughed. The man mad a full recovery because of the simple fact that he chose to live.
That in essence is where it all began for me. I was hooked on this concept of choice. Funnily enought, about a year later, I read that very same story in one of the “Chicken Soup for the Soul” books and so I’m guessing that it is a true story.
Will power. What is it? People have been going on about this strange concept for many years! There have been countless books on the subject and yet even though I’ve read some of them I still find myself struggling. Why? At first I wasn’t sure why so I decided to meditate and explore further this subject of will power. I would just like to point out at this stage the concepts I’ve discovered are still a trial for me also but I’ve decided to document what works and what does not work. Feel free to try a few of these on yourself and see if you get similar results and let me know.
Ah, what a crazy day it’s been today…I just realised it is “Friday the 13th” big deal. Honestly! Just another day, that for me, turned out to be pretty amazing. 
I haven’t as yet written any solid articles on choice as yet for this site, something which I play to do soon. However one thing you do learn very quickly with the power of choice and that is that sacrifice is a huge part of it. You will quickly realise that you can’t have everything that you desire. I for one would like to be able to much more than I am physically able to do however I know that realistically there is only so much that I can actually manage. This is where sacrifice comes into play. When I talk about sacrifice, I don’t mean slaughtering animals to appease the Gods, I’m talking about self sacrifice, giving something up because you know it is the right thing to do or leaving someone or something behind because you know that deep down in your heart it is the right thing to do!
When something in your life, causes you to worry about it, it can be a soul destroying time. Worry has immense power. Other people will pickup on it as it will emanate from your entire being. Not only will the worry spread like a disease but, it in itself, acts like a disease on the body. Worry can all sorts of problems later on so it is very important not to let a worrying time linger. Deal with whatever the cause is as quickly as possible!! Otherwise you may end up losing more than just your hair!
And once again I’m reminded of the last conversation I had with my mother…before I lied to her once again. We weren’t really arguing because E’s a good little girl, she never argues (maybe I should start?), but Coco and I picked her up from work and I’m not entirely sure how we stumbled upon this topic but she ended up yelling at me and telling me that although my sisters and “brother” had choices… it doesn’t mean that I do. I can’t even begin to explain how much that hurt. She thinks I’ll buckle down under her fist because I can’t bring myself to hurt her – but what if in the process of not hurting her I’m doing myself a greater injustice? I don’t know anymore…well I do but I’m in denial. Coco asked her why she said what she did to me and the only response Coco got was “don’t put your foot in something that you can’t take it out of” and she left well enough alone. For as long as I remember Coco’s protected me but I suppose we all have to fight our own battles, right? I just wish I could convince her that I’m not a stupid little girl –I’m a responsible young adult who is not going to make a mess of her life. I suppose that’s asking for too much? I didn’t talk the rest of the time I was home, except at my Aunt’s wedding to wish her well…no one really noticed and it was okay. At the airport she said she’d miss me and I told her I wish I could stay longer (which was a lie) but I didn’t know what else to say. Why is it that I always think things will be different when I go home and then I’m so disappointed when I do return to find things the exact same.
After 3 weeks of what felt like pushing a boulder uphill I’ve finally got both sites up and running!! 
