Imagine yourself donning your most distinguished get up. Rented, perhaps. Never a norm you'd get to dress that well; fine and charismatic. Making your way to a reception; though many means of reaching there, you chose to walk. Having it your way is your style, after all. Swift as a lightning, a colossal heap of paint collides onto you. A moment you set to indulge short-lived and the destination and agenda never meant to see its bearings. Disappointing; without a doubt. Unpredictable; definitely. Fairness; never even close to grace it. The mechanics of chances and perchance.

I had the opportunity of such encounter, too much...too often though. Not particularly in such situation, just it's concept. It just set me thinking about the string of occurrences that sums up the episode that it unravels. The construction of story that falls short to my disadvantage. The unnoticed cast of people who will jeopardize my agenda, but not to say it is theirs though. What are the odds of its preceding? Why do things happen the way it does? Why does it happen opposing to what we desire? Yes, it defines fate if we choose to believe it, doesn't it?



If life is a sea and if we are captains sailing our maiden voyages, with a great vessel and a good sense of navigation, naturally we take pride in achieving our destination. Although the destination I chose to conquer is adequately occupied, the vagueness of its standing persevere me to explore. A great storm greets me, slapping violently with its might. Ironically, these are the waves I hope will hoist me valiantly towards my goal. What if the map you trust dearly derailed you and the vessel you rely heavily fails you? What are the chances? As hard as it is to digest, we'd probably have to swim for our survival. The saddest part is that you'll never find out the possibilities of the destination that claimed you. It was never meant to. Was it the way I swerve the waves and dodge the icebergs? Was it the captain or was it the 'sea'?

As a case referring to matters of the heart, it is prickly and pinching to absorb reality, readily. Being a person of beliefs, acceptance is a good console. As I constantly remind myself still, 'Patience is a virtue'. A great one perhaps.