I don’t seem to choose my thinkings, feelings, and doings…
They seem to choose me–and take me along for the ride, for better or worse.
And so, I wonder…
Is it possible that free will is just a grand delusion?
Nothing more than my self-conscious brain playing tricks on itself.
A vain attempt to seize control where no control exists.
A desperate bid to make sense of an absurd existence.
An emotional rejection of determinism.
A conceited attempt to feel more special than I really am.
Then again, free will may be the most infinitely precious and powerful thing in the entire cosmos.