Choices made, whether bad or good, follow you forever and affect everyone in their path one way or another.

People make decisions, and maybe you don't always agree, but those choices are still their own.

They waited for life to happen to them. They waited for someone to save them. Or heal them. They did nothing for themselves.

Every bargain we made was chewed over carefully before it was swallowed. Each one seemed like the best choice at the time, and yet it seemed that we swallowed enough unwholesome things to bring us down to the very edge of death.

No incident, however seemingly trivial, is unimportant in the scheme of things. One event leads to another, which triggers something else and before you know where you are, the ramifications spread far and wide throughout history, echoing down the ages; getting fainter and fainter but never completely dying away. They talk of the harmony of the spheres, but history is a symphony of echoes, every little action has huge consequences. They're not always apparent and sometimes, in our game, sometimes effect comes before cause, not after. It makes your head ache.

There's need to understand the spirit that dwells in you than listening to the voice that misleads your decision.