Sometimes you find yourself in the right place at the right time. And sometimes you find yourself at the wrong time in the wrong place. Maybe the Universe wants to tell you something,to show you something. So sometimes you feel it,you understand. But sometimes you ignore. Maybe you don't want to hear its calling. You want to feel free,independent. You want to feel that nothing has control on you,on your choices..On your life. And thus you face it,claiming that's only you the one who has the control..That only you can design your life.
But it never stops..It goes on. And finally it gets what it wants,no matter how hard you tried to avoid it.
And then it comes the "why". You wonder whether all these things happen for a reason. You shrug,you get angry. "Nothing happens for a reason" you say. "Fate's random" .. You finally manage to convince yourself. But still,you feel suffocated..You say that it's way too much just to be a coincidence. Thus you go on.. You keep on wondering,searching,struggling..Hoping for the answers. Your desire is to know whether you are the ruler of the game or those mystical,powerful and perfectly synchronized energies of the Universe are leading you exactly where they want you to be. And maybe that's where you should be. Fate? Or choices you once made?
Then you laugh..You laugh at you..For your foolish thoughts.And thus you call yourself a fatalist..But there's still something deep inside of you burning,struggling to find the light. Your mind is up to explode and your thoughts seem like a huge mathematical equatation which you fail to solve. You were never good at numbers. And now struggling..To solve the equatation..Or just to find the strenght to close that freaking book and face these numbers never again. And when you finally manage to find this strenght,and just take your mind away from it,a new number pops out..It's added just to make it more complicated and change the facts.
You are lost in the darkness of Erebus,trying to find the light.
You finally take the decision,close the book and leave the equitation behind..But it's still there,waiting for you.
Waiting for the next time a number will pop out and change it all.
"Everything is determined, the beginning as well as the end, by forces over which we have no control. It is determined for the insect, as well as for the star. Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper."
— –Albert Einstein
But it never stops..It goes on. And finally it gets what it wants,no matter how hard you tried to avoid it.
And then it comes the "why". You wonder whether all these things happen for a reason. You shrug,you get angry. "Nothing happens for a reason" you say. "Fate's random" .. You finally manage to convince yourself. But still,you feel suffocated..You say that it's way too much just to be a coincidence. Thus you go on.. You keep on wondering,searching,struggling..Hoping for the answers. Your desire is to know whether you are the ruler of the game or those mystical,powerful and perfectly synchronized energies of the Universe are leading you exactly where they want you to be. And maybe that's where you should be. Fate? Or choices you once made?
Then you laugh..You laugh at you..For your foolish thoughts.And thus you call yourself a fatalist..But there's still something deep inside of you burning,struggling to find the light. Your mind is up to explode and your thoughts seem like a huge mathematical equatation which you fail to solve. You were never good at numbers. And now struggling..To solve the equatation..Or just to find the strenght to close that freaking book and face these numbers never again. And when you finally manage to find this strenght,and just take your mind away from it,a new number pops out..It's added just to make it more complicated and change the facts.
You are lost in the darkness of Erebus,trying to find the light.
You finally take the decision,close the book and leave the equitation behind..But it's still there,waiting for you.
Waiting for the next time a number will pop out and change it all.
"Everything is determined, the beginning as well as the end, by forces over which we have no control. It is determined for the insect, as well as for the star. Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper."
— –Albert Einstein
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