And I also happen to miss-place words easily. Ha ha, just wanted to kick-off with something lame so that the crap to follow may appear less of a fart. See, the flabby start continues.
This idea was loitering in my mind since the very first day I booked the URL for my blog; an unsophisticated way of saying since I started this random blog of mine. Not the idea of having a goofy beginning silly, but that of ‘destiny’. The ‘density’ of the weight, I was under all this time and the wait, thinking how to write my own ‘destiny’, was massive. I know, I know. It is still as smelly as it was in the opening. I warned you it would be all crap. It’s like the crap that crap eats and craps out again. Wait for it; you might end up developing a taste for the flavor of shit I have to offer.
Okay, the truth … my processing unit is devoid of any input to craft an upright structural output on this so-called thingy “destiny”. The more I try to picture, further blurrier my vision becomes. Sad. Poof. Entry.
An angel descends to the earth for the enlightenment of this diminutive human soul. She lowers her staff upon my fuzzy curls and at the stroke, as it touches my scalp, burning words flow across my nervous system. “There lies a sheer beauty in creation; in the art of the creator. Destiny is destined. Whatever attempts you may make to alter it, the whole universe will conspire to refurbish and restore to the last best known configuration. The source and sink of life are in destiny. It is recurrence of existence.”
What was that … do we finally know the truth? Do we finally know all the answers? So, the whole model has been designed in advance only. What then … every action, every event, every damn thing is meant to happen? Does it mean that even what I write next is decided?
Oops, that was never supposed to be written there. Miracle.
What did you say … everything is supposed to be what it has already been designated. What if this blog entry was destined to be the grandest piece ever produced in the English literature? But what did I just achieve here? I probably cooked the finest shit you ever read.
How on earth did I change this post’s destiny? Who am ‘I’ to this little piece of permutation and combination of words? So, am I the master here? This is my blog and I am its creator. This is my life and I am its master. I am the architect of my own destiny. What about you?
Some answers I still don't have:-
- What about all the girls I am not able to stalk on facebook? Is it also destined that I, as a fish, get caught in their net of privacy?
- Is it okay to approach a girl by using the Destiny Theory? What would happen if I go to her and claim that it is our destiny to meet?
- Would this post suffer the fate of comment drought?
