Free Will

The cold wind blew across her face. The chill registered. A shiver went through her spine. She could feel her nerve endings tingle. It was not just cold, though the brain told her that. She stared down the cliff. One wrong step and it was over - for good. She put a foot forward. Something struck – fear.

“Fear hits when are you are unsure about something.”

She was sure. A deep breath. Another strike.

“Who is that?”

The brain knocked and said, “Go ahead”. No, the brain was wrong. What was it?

The soul screamed, “What is wrong with you?”

The reply came, “I am using my free will”

“What is it?”

“I decide what to do, when to do, nothing stops me”

“Something does. There is a power beyond all of us”

“Did you see it?”

“I felt it”

“There is no such thing; you just chose to feel it”

“Something makes think before I do something”

“That something is you. It’s all in you”

“But I have looked beyond myself”

“You cannot look far. Nothing beyond your self is your own”

“Is it yours?”

“No, I never claimed anything”

“But if it is not mine, then…. How can that be? It is actually ours”

“You were not given anything, it was just there. You chose to think they were yours. You chose to believe.”

“You mean to say, I can do whatever I wish to.”

“Yes”

“But what stops me from pushing that foot forward?”

“You have baggage of expectations – from life, from yourself”

“I am getting rid of it”

“You cannot”

“Why?”

“It is payback time. You cannot escape from it”

“What non sense?”

“You thought the things around you were yours. You used them as if they were yours.”

“So what? I did not misuse them?”

“True. So far so good”

“I never will”

“Standing with one foot almost over the edge is a misuse”

“Of what?”

“Of free will”

The choice was made. Both the feet were back on the ground. The cold wind chilled her spine. The walk back began. The free will lived on, for a better choice.