A victim by circumstances or a victim by choice

As we plough through the days of life as wandering souls, plodding through the remains of what our ancestors left. Is it not sad that we as Man, live half our lives in books and the other chasing dreams that seem impossible to many yet we still believe that with a whimper and hope that someday we might or could become, living a realistic picture of our idealisic dream.

Perfect as what some might call. A perfect life made up of a perfect house, a perfect car, a perfect career, a perfect relationship and a perfect dream. Is it not ironic that should we live by such dreams in an imperfect world, we become imperfect through its very existence.

It is often easy to blame, complain and make excuses about how unhappy our life really is. Traffic jams, not enough money, rising cost of living, unreasonable people, backstabbing colleagues and the list goes on and on. It is so easy for us to push the blame to things out of our locus of control, that makes us feel better for a moment but when we awaken from our dream of blame, we get rudely awaken from our slumber of excuses.

Most never get to solve their problems and wind themselves out of misery because they choose to be in such a state. Human beings are such sadistic things, we like to watch movies that make us cry. We like to watch others in pain once in a while. Perhaps we too choose to feel sorry for ourselves when things don't go our way.

SO REALLY, are we a victim by circumstance or a victim by choice.