Allowing the chemical to be outbid...

My fellow worldians: In order to preserve our way of life, a process such as thought, and denial of thought is integral to what we understand as standard practice on this blue green rock of ours.
Thought is controlled by a special mass of grey that sits beneath our hairlines and is moderated by many chemicals and electricity. We are the computers that never, with few exceptions, need a restart to keep going normally. (Microsoft, are you hearing this?)
Now, these few exceptions, amongst which I count myself, are the imbalance or the curiosity that nature has thrown up due to our limited human gene pool. We, the unregulated, the legacy of DNA intermingling, are flung into the world aware that not all that glitters is gold, and that each and every silver lining has a cloud. Oh happy we are to know that this knowledge is ours.
It has taken me over 30 years to understand that whilst inheritance, the tree of circumstance that roots us to pre-disposition and possibility, may exist to determine the map of us, it is not the sun and moon to our futures, any more than the colour of the pack of cards may determine who wins the hand of poker.
Individual choices of which voice to listen to point us left or right, the only challenge is to train ourselves to listen to them.
And if that doesn't sound like a line from a martial arts film, I don't know what does.
Thing is, cliches have to start somewhere.