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Freewill.

Freewill. God. A discussion that's been around for ages and around the world where people have taken the liberty to think. I believed in the co-existence of 'freewill' and god. But now I have my doubts.

In Gita, Krishna tells Arjuna to think over his words and then take action as he believes appropriate. To listen to others' words, and then do what we feel is right - it is Freewill.
But the consequences of what we do, which we cannot foresee or control… what of them? If we have no control over the results, how does freewill liberate us?

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