if things happen the way they do. Our hopes shread before our eyes, depression drinks from our thoughts while the life we crave banters our attitude then it's our fate.
Life is what we bring to the table: the love we share to a stranger, the smiles we wear on people's faces and the hate free heart we groom between these selfish loved ones and judgemental society.
It's our fate to wake again, our fate to see this moment; our fate to understand the difference between love and hate because information without understanding is probably like a chariot of fire with treasures of riches and wisdom yet tolling round a spot aimlessly.
Today feels different. Maybe because we'll be burying my uncle tonight or is it these thoughts of a forgiving heart that I've won so I intend to live fully and clutch every moment like a pillow in a cold lonely night understanding that lonely nights are made for the forgotten souls that are lost in the middle of nowhere only to find clarity in the middle of nowhere till loneliness becomes a path to solitude where all the answers are gathered in knowledge applying wisdom to practise.
