Forrest Gump asks a question towards the end of the movie where he explains that sometimes he thinks that people have a destiny, but at the same time he feels that maybe we're just feathers floating randomly around on a breeze, as it were.
Whether we as individuals forge our own destinies, or whether we are products of the past and the traditions that have worked upon us remains a debate that will never be resolved for most people. Both of Forrest's options imply that despite the array of consumer options that surround us, we are actually rarely free to choose.
True freedom? I wonder if it is bound to character and is something which we learn through practice and discipline?