Wednesday, 8 August 2012


Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

Some people believe that fate controls, if not fully, enormously a higher, undisputed percentage of our destiny, most of the times fate directs and drives us into the future, where much often we depend on spiritual realms to lead us into a never-place we unrelentingly deem the future. Traditional usage defines fate as a power or agency that predetermines and orders the course of events. Fate defines events as ordered or "inevitable" and unavoidable.

You don't always win your battles, but it's good to know you fought.

Faith is that quality that enables us to believe what we know to be untrue, hence, our future could possibly be today, not tomorrow or the day after but now. Every blessed day is our future and we can live, care and love each other, surely believing we can design our fate, our destiny, though we hopefully do not build a new Eden but live satisfactorily next to peacefully.

It isn't sufficient just to want you've got to ask yourself what you are going to do to get the things you want.

Our hopes and desires could be more than just words, tears and rain washes them away every now and then. Shakespeare said, "Life is a tale told by an idiot -- full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." Moreover the awfulness complementing life is the part we do not control, awesomely, man is about kicking boastfully well and fit, but seemingly at the end of a blink we gone in blazes or confided in few inches compactness of never return.

Act, don't react!

A man said to his children, when he was suddenly interrogated about the future. He said, " Who steals my purse steals trash: 'tis something, nothin', 'twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands. But he who filches from me my good name, robs me of that which not enriches him and makes me poor indeed" and he looked at them tearfully and added, "Think daily of blind choices and changing lanes, imagine you, brothers, decide to leave this room, this very moment. There are possibilities for one of us to consider changing such a perspective. Nevertheless your leaving is paramount, because that will make things fatefully natural. Then on your way out one of you decides to turn back to give his father a hug, just a hug and runs out to find his brother lying in a pool of blood, barely hanging on his last breadth." He enquired, "is that fate, or destiny, luck or just an accident, no and none of them." He then hugged his boys and concluded, "surely there is no future but our decisions that create the time and space ahead, resulting in eminent circumstances we consider imminently fateful. The blind choices we make and conniving daftly to our capabilities to change lanes."

The road of life can only reveal itself as it is traveled; each turn in the road reveals a surprise. Man's future is hidden.

Possibly without changing lanes, stopping a minute to think about our actions and reactions, then we surrender to fate, we unwillingly supply ammunition to carelessness, to evil and to fateful destinations we could avoid or stop in it's tracks. Though things do happen beyond our control but thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.