To each his own.
It feels like a swirling mist of ideas. Cloudy and uncharted, incomplete yet existent. To look into my mind, is to find various unrelated thoughts, jumbled up into a vortex of information. Some seem decipherable, others not so. Sentiments accumulating, yet far from absolute. To follow my train of thought innocuously, yet deliberately.
Is there really such a thing as luck? An event denoted by chance alone. To have no correlation whatsoever with the physical world and its daily conundrums. Perchance. Is it truly possible to have landed yourself into a situation dictated only by one's decision, without interference from Lady Luck?
Would those choices in themselves, then create alternate worlds whereby you would have walked a different path? Existing in parallel yet seperate timelines. A world completely different to the one you're walking? Paths you have chosen to walk, inadvertently shut off chances of walking the other.
Life in itself, is a complex mystery.
Each of us has a place in this world, seek out yours. Even if it takes you to distant horizons. Sometimes, the journey itself far outweighs the triumph of reaching your destination.
A life full of laughter, love and bliss.
Written beliefs of an undying gratitude,
Penned down years back,
Times a companion stood,
Alongside stricken times,
The seraph has left,
For in his place,
Stood a fiend.
Coming back to reality, definitely one of my odder posts. Just needed to get all the studying stress out, I guess. (:
Kinoc, out.
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