As the drifting puffs of air and water cascade across the endless expanse of eternity, gazing at them escorts us into a sublime dream of endless boundaries, boundless realities, limitless wonders and almost untrue joy. Like a turn top on a table, our heads revolve round and round in an endless revolution spinning fast and out of control. The unpredictability, the twists and turns, the ups and downs, the trials and tribulations, the victories and defeats all mean very little on the grand stage of that ethereal play called 'life'. Are the puppets in a play ever aware of their "insignificance"..? Would they be any less of puppets on stage were they to be any more consequential..? Is endless strife the order of life..? Is the elusive search for happiness the only purpose of life ..? Why must the victories of life entice and tempt us into vicissitudes of strife, violence, hurt and suffering ..? isn't there a truth that is both eternal and kind. .? Is harmony, peace and subtle joy indeed so unachievable..?
With the ever swinging fortunes of humanity, the everlasting lust, love and war of human existence that is no different from the trivial upheavals of everyday problems casts a peculiar light on the vastness of time. The enormity of one's endeavours are seldom eclipsed by the waywardness of the turbulent hand of fate. How does one fight one's destiny should one choose not to agree with it..? or Are are we 'destined' to be 'destined'..? If we must choose, then there must be a choice. If there is a choice, then there must be a shortcut through destiny..Don't you think...?
