It’s something so peculiar and misunderstood. It’s strange, it can’t be understood but also weak. it is sweat but yet bitter but as wide as a mountain.
What is free will then? It’s content, something to only be possessed by life. It’s like a tune for living, at which we dance to, leading to either destruction or peace.
This is why its sweet but yet so bitter. It’s something good but can deliberately crush us. It’s also as wide or as big as a mountain but small compared to anything else. This is my interpretation of free will. What’s yours?