Silo DI glorio

There’s choice amid survival and sustenance, affection and acceptance, distance and replacement...Humanity and insanity …poverty and disparity… I battle every second to choose the diversity of choices that invades every second of my endurance here. I am just an anonymous in this world of names where I combat millions of such choices which prepared me today where I am … Every step that I walk through the lanes of my life I clutch the fingers of my own integrity …embrace my own mistakes and communicate with my own beliefs…still there’s one thought that spears my head apart… am I being just to myself…Am I being worthy  ? The biggest encounter is between me and the reality

We are taught that all our actions are designed by our fate. Destiny is that guide which leads us to the cradle of our concealed future. A future despite all the skilled anticipations we are not aware of. But here is where I rest my question.  If not the designer why can’t we re-mould situations ourselves?  Why is that we are supposed to accept and appreciate every   volatile situation that invade our ways. Ignoring is not always running away from the predicament. It’s about the way that we want to deal with the prevalent situation. It’s our “preference”. Life is not a co-incidence. Life is deliberation. Fate is not the faithful explanation for it. For Every single man life has already designed obligatory actions that he must abide by.  Trapped, hurt, loved, blessed, acknowledged, cursed…everything is directed by our life. We comfort ourselves into believing that none but our fate is our master but to me we all are slaves to the most unpredictable abstract subject LIFE.   Yes LIFE