It is not rocket science
That determines one's life projection
It is the choices we make (and our environment)
That stand between a life flowing with milk and honey (happiness)
Or a painful journey into the forest of thorns
Mathematics cannot teach you the algebra of making choices
Science does not have a laboratory to study choices
It is the spirit that governs the ministry of choices
A weak spirit will allow you to be swayed by peer pressure
And fall into the dark world of temptations and recklessness
A malnourished spirit has led many into selfishness and corruption
Every choice is a moment of true spirituality
In that split second, your life can be changed forever
Many choices are made in a rush
To please the ego
And satisfy the flesh
Of course some choices are born out of stupidity
The right choices come from the heart
Nourish your spirit
And your choices will be perfected
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem