You know what’s sad? You don’t have a purpose. You may feel like you are going somewhere and have chosen the right path, but realise later it wasn’t it. What do you do now? Take an unknown turn? Or find a way back just to go in a different direction with a new hope. You question life, every decision and people around you. You seek answers, go deeper into philosophy and spirituality and find nothing but vague explanations beyond your understanding as of now. At the end, you just know you are driving a manual car with no specific destination, and every step is either going to take you somewhere or lead you to wilderness from where you will have to find a way out on your own. You are alone in the vehicle, you have your hands on the steering wheel, you choose when to shift gears and when to accelerate. The most tempting would always be the brake peddle, you have it on your footstep. Just accelerate when necessary and go slow when it’s slippery. Everyone reaches somewhere or the other and accepts their fate eventually. Still questioning if having a decided purpose so important? Who are we to decide when fate is the ultimate reality. It happens if it’s written? But can we rewrite it? Or add some points of our choice? Erase failures and highlight achievements? Remove sorrows and put in more smiles? I don’t think so.
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