choices

        i have always believed the human race to be insanely naive.and how ironical indeed,that even after the enlightenment of our worthy souls we remain ignorant of what the world and the whole universe has to offer.maybe nothing real but the zeal of the imagination itself drives me high enough.i imagine the world to be a place for life.not a safe one at that i'm sure but a place none the less.turning around every corner of my vision i see nothing cept men,women,children and the rest flowing in every worldly cliches possible.and it makes me wonder.how irridescent is it of them to let go of things so simply and succumb under the titanic gory of serendipity.

"two roads diverged in a yellow wood and i,i took the one less travelled by"

                                                                                                    -Robert Frost


        the extent of my philosphy vary much to these lines by robert frost.we all travel different roads indeed and few are the times we are able to follow the path carved out by the myths of destiny.simplistic we are not and levelled thinking is way beyond our sense of maturity.we tend to take after those who follow,often retracing history itself.and imaginary shadows of burning creativity is lost within the the valleys of our mind.the world has been explored to every bit by travellers and explorers and philosophers throughout centuries and everytime they have failed to answer the trails of these mythical roads,leaving every conquest as an unconquered mystery.life indeed is an instrument of fiction and every page has a new beginning.but not only do these seperate roads divulge us under perplexity but it confronts every one of us infront of a great barrier to our future endeavours.choice.

"choices makes us who we are,and who we are,are the choices we make.."

                                                                                                                -Rev.Ken Sauer

         how simply some mere mundane paradoxes envisions our path ahead into subtle images.but whatever dreaded end we may face,choices are something we have to take and be solely responsible for.it creates and recreates labyrinths and makes parodies of our lives.we may be social in our operations but even then our reflxes are nothing but animalistic.every choice we make throughout our life defines every single cell of our identity.it turns us into whatever we wanted ourselves to turn into.and the meager fact that fate has no part to play in any of these events is torturing enough for us.we may end up in the same bucket of useless odour or lie buried under some ghastly cemetry,be we leave this world as prodigies of our own acts.we all have made choices,we face them everyday,sometimes knowingly obvious and sometimes not.it will be forgotten throughout the sense of time and pursue after some other souls to kill,but it will leave us with a scar of its ruthfulness and it will be forever ingrained in our hearts.life is an atrocious blasphemy,but we live it everyday,we create evil and destroy it thineselves.and even if we are left to rot under the darkened shadows of destiny we either prelude ourselves to a dark sunset or towards a blissful dusk.