Hey love… Why some things are so darn beyond us… Why is that we can’t let go of someone despite the fact that we want it from our very being. And then why we never can hold onto that one whom we desperately want to… How come that Overlord is the who gets to roll the dices every single time… How come our choices need to have a ‘blessing’ to really turn into a reality… Just why things can’t work out the way we want them to… Why our ‘no’ isn’t the final answer… How come we always end up working for the very same thing we have already proclaimed not to do, a thousand n ten times… Huh… How come the story we plan never really matches the one that unfolds with each passing moment… and more strangely how come over time we feel satisfied n content with the way it actually unfolds… We are always told that we have the right to question, seek, shape, mould our lives the way we envision them to b and deep down we truly believe in it as well… but still very rarely our lives end up being the ones we wanted… How come our destiny always gives us the very same answer over n over again, this is all you ever needed. And since fate ends up being the way of our being, then how come we are provided with so many diversions, options n choices, when our pick won’t really make much of the difference… Why aren’t we spared the dejection of making the choice that won’t find a conclusion… n more often than not all we end up collecting is hurt n just more hurt… Just why are we played like puppets, provided with the illusion that we are free to be n can be and yet a millimeter of wrong footing n the strings are pulled hard n fast… Why are we made into these powerfully weak being, who are always assured that they are the masters of their destinies n are encouraged over n over again to do so. And yet when we in the real proximity of that wand which could finally allow us to alter our destiny our way, we are stumbled so hard that everything is shattered into thousand tiny pieces… Just why despite every appearance strings of our own life n its destiny is never in our own two hands… Why…
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