I have free will, there’s nothing I can do about that.

Chadi Bakhta
Sep 1, 2018 · 1 min read

The challenges of life can be seen in small details, like the way you slightly bite on your lower lip when you contradict me, or the fact that there are 23 kinds of ice cream in the local store. How am I supposed to know which flavor mixes best with strawberries, or what ‘Brazilian coffee’ flavor tastes like?

My mind is such a jerk that it would keep thinking about all the other ice-cream flavour pairs that I could have combined, and how they are probably better than what I did choose, but it would not remember probability class and tell me the exact number of these combinations.

When you ask me to ‘’let it go’’, you are assuming that I have some sort of power over ‘’it’’ and that I am holding it in place. I am the one who needs to be let go. Thoughts have me more than I have them.

You’ve always been good at hiding in metaphors. The grey under the eyes of a December morning, the aftetaste of that Blues song that you daydream throughout rather than listen to, the replaced words in a text that still doesn’t know it’s about you. The truth is, I don’t even care that much for ice cream.