Hello Beautiful Thinkers,
Whenever a character gets a bad decision thrown in their face there is often a conversation that goes “I had no choice.” “There’s always a choice.” And sometimes that’s true but these moments often make me question the concept of free will. How in control of our own lives are we really? Write a poem that shows your thoughts about free will. Do we really always have a choice or are there limitations to what we really can choose to do?
Keep Dreaming Beautiful Thinkers,
The Boy In The Heart Shades