The Hidden Freedom of Not Choosing
This morning at Mass, another simple sight stirred a deeper question. A few religious sisters came forward to help distribute Holy Communion. They were dressed in modest saris—ordinary, simple, and varied in pattern and colour—clearly chosen more for purpose than for style. A thought crossed my mind: Did they choose those saris themselves? Or were they simply given to them by their superior? And if they did not choose them, did they actually like them? That question lingered. A Life With Fewer Choices For most of us, daily life is a long series of personal preferences. We choose what to wear. What to eat. Which soap to use. Which shampoo smells best. What color shirt suits us. Where to sit. What hairstyle we want. Which side of the bed feels more comfortable. From morning to night, much of our energy revolves around one question: What do I want? There is nothing inherently wrong with having preferences. God created us as unique persons, not robots. But...