choice is an illusion.

a sudden moment of clarity brought light to an old, dark vision. a vision that back then i understood without understanding what could possibly make it real. and all of a sudden i understood that, as i realised that everything is set into motion, and that there is no turning back now. it is strange to think that way - after all, if we know what lies ahead in the path we're walking by our own choice, why not step back, change way or simply stop in our track? it seems easy, true, but it isn't. and from the way i see it, it all seems inevitable. remembering the matrix series: i'm not here because i chose to. the choice was already made. i'm here to understand that choice. and now i do.