This picture is very meaningful to me. It was written after the death of my mother. I was devastated and didn't know how to convey my thoughts. I was dead inside, but my shell continued to live. I don't always make the right choice and I admit it, but if you don’t make a mistake and don’t try, you can give up and go with the flow. Perhaps this picture is dedicated to my most emotional tragedy, dedicated to my mother.
Choice - the presence of various options for the implementation of the will. The ability to choose is a manifestation of free will and the ability to shape our lives the way we want. However, the choice is always fraught with difficulties. If only because you have to give up one in favor of the other.
Whenever we have to choose something, we must make a choice either in favor of our innermost peace, or in favor of anxiety that torments us. And the first of these paths will lead us back, and the second will lead forward.
The future always brings death in the end, and this c
