My parents never had the luxury of having many choices. They worked hard their whole life, and gave us the best education they could afford, the best housing situation they could afford, and the values they had. I remember one of my birthdays, when I had asked my parents to get me a new backpack for school. I really wanted that backpack badly, all other kids had it. They couldn't afford it and I have a memory that my father was very upset about it, in his bedroom. I remember going into my bedroom at night to sleep and cried in bed. And then my mom came to my room carrying a box with a doll which she had bought a long time back to gift someone else, and she gave that to me as a gift. I remember the gesture as warm and nice, and I feel slightly guilty to date for having made my parents feel bad for not having the choice of just giving me what I wanted.
It takes a lot of maturity and self awareness as well to be able to have freedom to choose!