Why Fate Makes Me Choose Again

Why fate makes me choose again? why right is wrong this time? Choosing has become my greatest dilemma i don’t know if it’s even worth using my brain should i worry or shall i not? when its not even a part of my concern but it is still making my brain rot choosing is making me burn Living is life with no disgrace is like living life like other race Its something i refuse to embrace because i know its not my real face... dreaming is a far off world where even realities have become a joke there is no keeping of words when even concrete plans have turned into smoke i am on a path where one side is river another is hell, lets end this world in hell or wait,,... how did i forget? every end is a start of something new get over the situation is ability of only a few swim over the river of sadness and reach the island of joy instead live and enjoy, why destroy? live this life on island of joy, why go to hell and destroy?