This four letter word called fate is defined as a power or agency that predetermines and orders the course of events. Events, as they are ordered or “inevitable” and unavoidable.
Well, some of you might dismiss the very idea nonchalantly as being frivolous. You get what you work for. Right? But what about the people you meet, the connections you built. That little voice of instinct inside each of us which guides our actions when we just have nano seconds to spare!
Destiny, like god, ancient history, future predictions, is just a belief which some support with facts. It could be an excuse for someone looking back, failing to reason out those unexplainable events of their life.
So it does not matter if you believe in destiny or not! Because at some point in each one of our lives, we find ourselves living up random moments with once random people and we can’t reason exactly how and why we are where we are. Some decisions are made beyond us. Some we make. But we too make them in accordance to the universe and the universe has its own ball games.
We all slip in and do things that we aren’t suppose to. The mistakes which are not the regrets.
In this materialistic world of juxtapositions, does anyone actually love you at the age of 20. At an age when all you love is money? And all they see is sex? How do you know if its the emotions or the hormones manipulating your actions all the while.
Baseless relationships, irrelevant jobs, struggling academics, can be a strong recipe to arrive your adulthood with a bundle full of bumps. Either ways we have to deal with them. Yes, we all do make some wrong choices on our way. But the question here is, do we always get to amend them? Or are we just suppose to learn from our mistakes and move on.
I guess the right choice is to walk on with a high head because with every night, there is a new day of maturity that awaits us. What we need to do is, look those mistakes in the eye and accept them as done by our younger self. After all, if not everyone, we must give ourselves a second chance to improve and trust in that chance.
Each one of us carries this really enormous universes inside our tiny brains. These universes, become active when someone hints at your emotional cord. Some one has to call out to your EQ, for you to connect to it convincingly.
Some times, there happens to be minor setbacks in the working of these universes and that’s when things get out of control. When you are living an independent life in the oceanic city of Mumbai, can you really afford to hope for a sincere advice? The ones we so proudly call our ‘family we choose’, are they worthy of the title? Till what extend can we put the responsibility of finding our solutions onto others? Each one of us seems to be fighting the biggest battle of our own. So how many battle fields can we possibly juggle before we crash mid crisis?
Instead of constantly being on a look out for that perfect mechanic, we ought to be ones own mechanic, to look after one’s own universe. If no human is perfect, then why damage our controls running after that perfection? We cannot be robots with no setbacks. There is beauty in every imperfection that we find ourselves in. There can be only one best mechanic, and that’s within each one of us fit for ourselves.